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  2. He was such a pompous, Marcus thought to himself. The look in his eyes and on his face, the tone of his voice, the words that he used… he thought himself above Marcus in every possible way. Although Marcus was no slave! But Atratinus would have the last word tonight, stating that he hoped they’d never cross paths again and then he left, before Marcus could say more. Of course he did. People like him didn’t care about the lower classes. Senators were supposed to be there for the people and while some of them were good men (better than Marcus anyway), others seemed to think they were entitled to worship. Which they were not. Everyone had the same crimson blood within their body. Marcus knew. Atratinus had chosen to not follow Marcus, which was a disappointment. He looked after the man, wondering what to do. Was his desire so strong? He flexed his fingers, curled them into a fist, uncurled them and stretched them again a few times. He reached into the purse by his belt, slightly larger than what he usually wore, because then it could contain a larger blade. His fingers wrapped around the short handle. It felt so good there. It would feel even better, penetrating the skin of this man, producing the beautiful, crimson liquid that he was so fascinated by. Marcus followed the almighty Senator, hiding in the crowd behind him, until the man turned down a dark and deserted alley. Marcus liked dark and deserted alleys. He took the blade from the purse, holding it in his hand and then he followed Atratinus down the alley. @Sara
  3. Decimus already had plans to do woodwork. Aia chuckled as her... well, husband, for all intents and purposes, hugged her. "We've traveled a lot together, but this is our first time renting. We've probably spent more time around a campfire than a hearth." Well, that was definitely not the most common story. She could see the flash of curiosity in Alexius' eyes. Whatever. If he made trouble, they would deal with it. But the insula did not seem like a place for snobbish people. "I hope I can rely on you to tell us about the area, Alexius. Anything we should know about the other tenants? No screaming babes I hope." “No screaming babes on this floor, no… everyone here are quite nice, really. I’m sure you’ll run into them eventually. I’m sure they’ll all help you settle in, if you just ask. Else just come knocking on my door, it’s right there.” "Well, nice to meet you, neighbor" Aia grinned at the man, playing her basket on the table. There was not much in the apartment, but it was theirs. "What do you do for a living, Alexius?" @Sains @Atrice
  4. Charis said she wouldn’t do it again. Alexius felt a little jab inside when she said that, did that mean this was the only time he’d ever get to share and give pleasure to this lovely woman here? Might be the only time she truly experienced it? She’d seemed so… not inexperienced the night before, but it was new for her and she had enjoyed every moment of it, he was sure. And now she said she’d not do it again. Well fuck. He had seen how she glanced at him before she said, but then she did say it. Alexius felt like tearing something apart. He might go and spar with Thessala today. Then Charis even called this a mistake and before he could stop her, she’d run away and disappeared behind the curtains around his bed. Alexius looked at Teutus, who also looked like he’d rather not be here. This wasn’t right at all, any of it. And the awkward situation wasn’t even because he slept with them both. Because sex and pleasure was just that, but they were his friends and he’d been an idiot, not realizing they knew each other before it was too late. Teutus said he should not have come, but he wouldn’t tell anything to his father. “I’m glad to hear that, at least.” Alexius said, smiling a little bit, hoping that might help. Teutus put the cup down and wanted to go. “I’m the one who’s sorry, Teutus. This one is on me. I should have known.” I should have been smarter. But he stood none the less, to walk Teutus to the door, “You need to trust yourself more. I hope we can still be friends?” But what were the chances, now he messed everything up? Now that he’d been the fool and ruined what had been a perfect night for Charis. When she thought about it now, she’d remember this morning too. And Teutus wouldn’t forget he met her here. Alexius definitely knew now what it felt like, to be the worst friend ever. @Sara @Sharpie
  5. Tertius was pleased that Longinus had invited him to the dinner, when it really wasn’t necessary. After all, Sergia was Secundus’ responsibility and Tertius was just her uncle, unwelcome in the home Sergia lived in for the moment. He hadn’t really been there since he moved out and into his own Domus and the few times he had… well it never did end well between him and his brother and he really didn’t think it would do anyone any good if they ended up fighting. Besides, they were too old for that. Two grown men fighting like boys? No, he would not lower himself to do such a thing. Secundus might. Secundus wasn’t right in his head. But thoughts were free, at least, and no one knew what he was thinking. He arrived at Longinus’ house in a litter and stepped out, finely dressed in dark green and gold for the evening. Once there, he was greeted by a slave, seeming surprised that he came and so soon. The slave informed him that the other Varus party had just arrived. How many would come, he wondered? Had Secundus forced poor Livia to attend too? And Quinctilia? Quietly he followed the slave and from afar he saw the other Varus party. Secundus, Livia and Sergia. Tertius inhaled a quiet breath. He was here for Sergia and this was all about her. He had to try and side with his brother, if she was to marry Longinus. He would have to try and help convincing the man that the lovely Sergia really was a good match for him. Of course she was. The daughter of a Senator marrying another? And Longinus was a handsome man, seemed friendly too, surely it wouldn’t be the worst match ever made. Tertius waited until Longinus and Secundus had exchanged their first words, before he too spoke up, “Greetings, Senator Longinus. And thank you for inviting me.” Tertius said and then looked at his family, he could appear charming and friendly if he had to and at least he didn’t dislike his sister in-law and his niece… so there was a trace of warmth in his voice, even though he could tell that Sergia wasn't entirely pleased to be here at all, “Secundus, Livia… Sergia. What a pleasure it is to see you all.” @Sharpie @Chevi @Sara @Liv @Járnviðr
  6. Last week
  7. Menelaus hesitated for the barest of moments before answering. Taking an opportunity from a newcomer to the races could be selfish, if it benefitted him, but if his honest assessment was that the boy had potential but was not ready- no, it was not. The boy was ready. “The expectations will be good for him. He will learn. Some boys would not, but if my measure of him is correct, he will not buckle under pressure. Speak with him yourself to form your own opinion, of course, but I believe you will find the same.” While the bigae were less prestigious, they were no less stressful on a beginner charioteer- and yet, Menelaus believed that Azarion would benefit from the experience, even though it might cripple the progress of a lesser athlete. “Let him race in the bigae, and you’ll see a man emerge with the right talents to entertain a crowd, despite his inexperience.” @Sharpie
  8. Attis' master seemed as skittish as a virgin in a brothel. It was very much unlike him, and Attis batted his hands away as he tried to tug his pallium even straighter than it already was. "You'll be fine, domine," he said. "Just pretend you're entering negotiations with one of your barbarian friends or something? Except these people aren't likely to run you through if they get upset, at least." And of course Longinus was nervous enough to need wine before anyone had even knocked at the door. Attis had figured that might be the case and personally overseen the watering of it; he had no intention of letting his master get tipsy today intentionally or otherwise, and it was his duty to look out for his master no matter what, whether or not Longinus appreciated it, or even knew about it. All Attis could hope was that his master didn't end up with the same cycle of falling for the girl and losing her as had happened with the last one - he had never seen his master in such despair, ever, and did not want a repeat of those few months. For now, though, he was going to stand watch, serving as if he was one of the house slaves and generally keeping an eye on his master. He owed him at least that much, and would risk the telling-off his master was likely to dole out. That would be later, of course. Much later. For now, the only way he would not be present was if he was directly ordered to leave the room and even then he would contrive to be nearby. @Atrice @Liv @Sara @Járnviðr (Attis isn't going to post in regular rotation, he will b around but I will only post if Attis is directly addressed and I'm tagged in - otherwise consider him exactly as present as any other slave waiting on Longinus and his guests!)
  9. Secundus had long awaited this day. Sergia fussed and preened and otherwise seemed to want to delay and tarry on the way to this dinner; for what reason, Secundus could scarcely imagine. She seemed reluctant to arrive there with him. Perhaps the girl missed her mother, who had declined to attend, citing her weak constitution. Secundus would have confronted her on the matter, but he had given up on trying to overrule both mother and daughter together- they were both too stubborn to listen to reason, and he needed to argue them around to his point of view by catching one of them alone. Tonight was the night to arrange Sergia’s marriage to Longinus, so Secundus was happy to leave his willful sister behind. His niece barely spoke to him, during the day before the dinner, and Secundus happily accepted the silence. Her petulance would soon become tiresome, but hopefully Longinus would not see it before their marriage was finalized. Secundus had not seen his wife’s own flaws, until after he had married her. It was an easy mistake for a man to make, when his interests were aligned with preserving his family line and name. Livia had been beautiful and the proper lady, someone who would be an excellent wife to a senator. If only he had seen what lie beneath her mask. He had asked Livia whether she would come, but of course, the choice was up to her. In fact, with Livia delaying as she did, simply to avoid breathing the same air as him, Secundus was rather inclined to simply leave her behind, as well. He waited, though, and the three of them left together. Both women spoke amongst themselves, quietly, while Secundus avoided making conversation with either one of them. He only said one thing to Sergia, which was that she should make a good first impression on Longinus. As the three of them followed Longinus’ man into the atrium, Secundus’ eyes swept over the place in undisguised, unapologetic judgment as he catalogued the changes from their previous visit: what had been moved? What was new? What looked worn down? It was only a full minute of taking in the décor that Secundus smiled thinly at Longinus. “Thank you for extending the invitation, Longinus. This is Sergia, my niece. And this is my ravishing wife, Livia.” @Sara @Liv
  10. "I don't have anything particular in mind," Aulus admitted, following the other man into his office. He took the cup of wine offered to him - the girl was quiet, as was expected, and pretty. He wondered if she was one of the wares for sale, or not. "I suspect my wife could do with a project," he said, the idea really only coalescing now. Horatia had been a little down of late, if it could really be called 'down'. He couldn't really put it into words, but she hadn't been quite so happy as in previous months - maybe it was because Aulus' attention was now taken by all the rites and duties he had to fulfil as Consul, maybe it was something else. He felt that she needed some sort of distraction, something to employ her powers of intellect and empathy. What that could be, he didn't know. Why he expected he might find the solution in the slave market was equally unknown though perhaps a barbarian child she might be able to teach Latin to, or someone she could train to be a secretary or something might fit the bill. @Jenn
  11. "I was thinking about letting him race in the bigae for the upcoming celebrations," Marcus said. "He's young, but not much younger than any other charioteer, and it would be a good experience for him - although perhaps I should wait for a less prestigious occasion, perhaps in one of the other circuses than the Circus Maximus? I wouldn't want him overwhelmed by the size of the crowd and the importance of the occasion, even if it isn't the quadrigae." The races between the four-horse were naturally much more prestigious than those between the two-horse bigae, and required far more skill - the skill of charioteers such as Menelaus, who would be racing in the most important races, and for the largest prizes. @Járnviðr
  12. Herbs? "I know something about them, but not much - I'm not a cook, or a gardener," Davus replied, a little startled at the rapid speed the conversation had diverted to another topic. Artemon seemed to be one of those enthusiastic, optimistic types, which was different - most slaves of Davus' acquaintance were realists, some even downright pessimists. "Why the sudden interest in herbs? If you're trying to grow something, it needs light and water, though not too much of either - maybe water it a couple of times a week?" he said; his role as a house-slave meant that among his chores he had to water the various plants that were scattered in pots around the house, mostly in the atrium and whatever was in pots in the garden. @Liv (for when you're back, of course!)
  13. The kiss didn't last as long as Aulus would have liked it to; Horatia broke it off, perhaps embarrassed to have her slave-girl watch their intimacy. To Aulus, slaves were part of the furnishings, almost; there to run hither and thither as commanded to do whatever they were told that would make their owners' lives more pleasant and comfortable. He paid them as much attention as he did the furniture, on the whole, and it didn't occur to him to be embarrassed to have a slave witness this private moment with his wife. Yet the moment was cut short as Horatia moved away from him a little, leaving him confused and concerned. "Is everything all right?" The hand she put to his face was reassuring, though. "That is probably the reason behind a lot of wars - men use weapons where women use words when they end up at one another's throats, and it is often for equally foolish reasons. Perhaps more foolish reasons." @Sara
  14. "I should probably go home at some point, but I don't need to just yet." I don't want to just yet even. Alexius was a good-looking man. More than that, even, he seemed genuinely nice, which Teutus desperately needed right now. Even if he'd seemed to somehow put his foot in it during their conversation, Alexius hadn't seemed to mind too much, had made excuses or just gone with the abrupt change of subject, and hadn't let the conversation become as awkward as it might have done with someone else. There were days when it seemed that Teutus' entire existence was one level of awkwardness or another, no matter who he was with or where he was. It must be nice to be able to deflect that and smooth things over - it was a talent Teutus could stand to learn. It seemed, somehow, that ever since he'd been given his freedom, he just made everyone around him awkward or uncomfortable, and it was a nice surprise to meet someone who didn't feel like that around him. He hoped it would last longer than a few minutes. @Atrice
  15. Rufus was a little puzzled at first to find that there was a hand clasping his ankle, and then realised the reason for it. "You don't have to fall at my feet. I wouldn't like Theo to be jealous." Though maybe Theo wouldn't be jealous. That was an interesting thought. "I'll stay," he said, accepting Theo's free hand and turning to help Didia up. It seemed quite natural to turn whatever-it-was into a three-way hug, and he did so, grateful that he didn't seem to have made as big a mess of things as he had somehow expected. "So, um, I don't want to insert myself where I'm not wanted," he told them, a little uncertain of what was going on now. @Sara @Chevi
  16. “Azarion? Performing well beyond my expectations. He’s taken to it quite naturally- use him before he has a chance to weaken with age- most who burn that brightly do so quickly.” Menelaus frowned thoughtfully. Most of the young charioteers had an attitude that concerned him, but it wasn’t his place to question these things. After all, he had most likely once been like them. He still enjoyed the thrill and the excitement. Perhaps it was normal, until they earned some wisdom. “What are your plans for him?” @Sharpie
  17. "Didia's not the only one here I proper like... I mean, well, she chose you and anyone she likes is worth liking, and you've been very good to me, and - I should go before I make a worse fool of myself than I have already, if that's even possible." Theo blinked. Rufus was clearly feeling awkward in the middle of their little Saturnalia dinner, and he did not mean to make him feel like that. Sure, they were all on uncharted waters, but that was the beauty of Saturnalia, as far as he understood it: venturing to do things that one would not do on any other day. And Didia seemed to be enjoying herself. Rufus got up to leave. Theo opened his mouth to tell him to stay, there was no need to break up the little party they had going... but before he could speak, Rufus pressed his lips to his, and then turned to flee. "Um. You two look very good together," Theo blinked again, mouth still slightly open. Didia acted faster. But not with more grace. She fell, and Theo winced, finally jolted out of his surprise. "Rufus can stay, can't he?" "Yes" Theo chuckled, getting up to help his wife up from the floor where she was holding another man's ankle "Yes, Rufus can stay. If he wants to." He looked up at him, one arm holding Didia, and extended his free hand. "Rufus?" @Sharpie @Sara
  18. Attis reached up to rub his head where his master's hand had connected - it hadn't been a hard swipe by any means, but even so! "Do you mean, if I apologise one more time tonight, or one more time, ever, domine?" he enquired, somehow feeling a bit more like his usual self. He couldn't believe he'd off-loaded all that stuff onto his master (well, to be fair, Longinus had asked, and more than once, so what did he expect?). "Either. Both. Well, I actually meant, I would have thought you'd appreciate that I don't go sleeping around with people outside the house. The only other people who know about this -" he indicated his forehead "- are some of the other slaves who were there at the time." He hadn't told anyone in the family, ever, until now. What could they have done about it, after all, and it wasn't as though Attis was one of the slaves at the domus in Rome at the time, anyway. He found that he was mildly astonished that he hadn't been summarily sold, though the confusion of the civil war had no doubt put paid to any ideas of that that the old master might have had. Longinus was therefore the only other person who really knew how Attis had got his scar and quite what he would do with that knowledge was anyone's guess. He couldn't quite believe he'd told his master, and with very little persuasion. @Sara
  19. Longinus reached out and laid out a swot on Attis' head, but not hard enough to actually hurt - more of a jesting warning. "I swear if you apologise one more time Attis I'm going to demote you to permanent Ragum-guardian." He scoffed and rolled his eyes imitating a conversation between slaves; "'Oh you used to be the Dominus' body slave? What happened?' 'Oh, you know, I wouldn't listen to him and kept apologising and so he demoted me to watch after his dog all day every day instead'" As if on cue Ragum sat back on his hind legs and presented his wrinkled face for a stroke from Longinus, who obliged. It was irresistibly cute really, Titus had done well. "I don't keep you around because you're a sycophant." He reminded Attis for the final time, with only a hint of warning in his voice. To many, he suspected, he was an impossible master. He wanted his slaves respectful, he wanted them to know their place but equally he couldn't abide his favourites from playing the meek, docile sort that many of his contemporaries seemed to want. If Longinus had been gifted Aulus' Felix, or Titus' Transquillus, he would have been bored to tears. "Spreading what?" He said with a frown as he continued to pet Ragum who had now flopped onto his side, "Spreading the stories of what happened to you, or spreading your cock outside the house?" He grinned and shrugged. He knew slaves had relationships, but thought his body slave had it bad for Metella and wasn't looking outside of the house. TAG: @Sharpie
  20. Horatia sank into his kiss. How he still made her melt after almost a decade and a half of marriage was beyond her, but the butterflies still lit up her chest at his touch, but she stayed herself. She couldn't go further with him, not here, not without the silphium she needed to prevent another child. She felt a kernel of guilt in her stomach at the thought and it distracted her enough to pull away from the kiss. She had many duties as the wife and daughter of patrician's, of senators, and providing children was one of them. That it was a secret she had never bared to anybody but her bodyslaves made it all the worse, it would be different had Aulus agreed to the plan. She shook herself out of her thoughts at his comments, laughable really given what she'd been musing on and shook her head silently; "I'm sure most men think so of their wives, my love." She raised a hand to lightly trace the curve of his cheek. "But, despite your assertions otherwise, I'm positive the women of Britannia and Judea might not be so pleased that they're shown how to run a household neatly." She chuckled and shook her head, "Although granted their husbands probably would be pleased. Such is the lot of women," She said with a wry smile, "To constantly be at one another's throats." Her and her sister were a prime example of that. TAG: @Sharpie
  21. Atratinus scoffed, standing above the unsettling pleb with all the scorn of somebody his class who had been wronged, or at least presumed they had been. "I couldn't give a shit what you're hiding, Gaius." He offered with a smirk of derision. He'd wasted enough time on this one, and was likely to only waste more if he followed him. He was probably some pimp, or common thief, or a sword for hire. Atratinus had enemies, he knew that, but not enough or any so powerful that they'd choose to gut him in the backstreets of Rome, surely. With a perfunctory nod, he added; "Let us hope our paths never cross again, Gaius." And with a further inclination of his head, he swept away in a heap of his clothes. Everywhere was busy tonight, as was expected at Saturnalia - and the singing and dancing irritated him, getting on his already frayed nerves. He wanted somewhere quiet he could drink, somewhere where he wasn't likely to be interrupted by irritating, odd little men like Gaius. He tensed his jaw again at the thought of him and exhaled sharply, baring into the shoulder of a slavegirl as he did; "Watch where you're going." He barked and she hurried off as he strode forward. There was a bar a few streets away he knew, hidden in the backstreets and too expensive for most of the riff-raf. He took a beeline there, down a dark alley to his right - the sounds of the city disappearing as he walked. TAG: @Atrice
  22. "You would provide the very finest example of what it means to be a Roman lady," Aulus informed her, though he could not hide a smile as the wind whipped at the loose strands of her hair in a way she would not normally abide were they in public. "You would be able to influence how they educate their daughters and what sort of men they should consider in marriage for those daughters. The husbands will thank you for showing their wives how to run a household neatly and profitably and with good discipline - I do not recall the last time I had to administer discipline in our house, and that is all to your credit." She looked more beautiful in that moment, with her stola and bare feet and the wind pulling at her hair and clothing, and he bent his head to kiss her. "There is no man in the entire Empire who is so blessed in his marriage as I am," he said quietly, wrapping his arms around her. @Sara
  23. She grinned and rolled her eyes: “You could have made your case but he wouldn’t have moved an inch, you know my father.” Quite unlike the stoic and calm Tiberius Calpurnius Praetextatus, Horatia’s own father was brasher and more vocal. This has only increased in his ageing years as he took more to his drink. His criticisms of his eldest daughter and son - for she knew Publius suffered the same - had likewise doubled. “And I’d rather not remember the first winter there thank you very much” she grinned and nudged him as he glanced down at her feet, half buried in the soft sand, “It was touch and go for a while there.” She always felt it easier to jest when Aulus was around, finding he understood her humour. To some she was a cold, humourless woman, but to her husband she had the levity of a comic. Or she did now, at least, she hadn’t when he’d first come home. “Do you think so?” She queried, not able to tell if he was teasing. Turning round to walk backwards - so she was facing Aulus - she gave him a wry smile and tilted her head, the wind whipping a few loose strands of hair around her face; “So you’re saying I’d make all the barbarian men desire me, and all their wives loathe me when their husbands pile on all these new expectations?” TAG: @Sharpie
  24. "I knew I should have made a greater case for a marriage cum manus," he replied with a laugh. "If I am posted to either province, I shall do my utmost to convince him to allow you to come with me - the entirety of Britannia and Judea is not frontier, after all, and governor's palaces are generally built of at least brick. I can't speak for Judea but Britannia is not quite the nest of savages it once was, and I have walked into their own settlements and come out unscathed. You need not worry that I will make you sleep in some mud hut anywhere - I very much doubt any governor anywhere has anything less than a palace with all the luxuries and amenities his province can provide, which will naturally include a hypocaust in places like Britannia and Gaul - you remember we had a hypocaust in Raetia, and I promise you didn't freeze your toes off there." He paused to look down at Horatia's feet, examining them to see that she did, in fact, still have all ten toes. She did, and very pretty her feet were, too, at least in comparison to his own. "Anyway, having a woman of your rank and standing accompany the governor will give the benighted barbarians an example of what their own wives should aspire to be, surely?" @Sara
  25. She listened in fascination. In much of the literature she read the descriptions of Britannia were evocative but she took it with a very hefty pinch of salt. Hearing it from somebody that had been there was an altogether different matter and she glanced up at him - being half a head shorter she had to crane her neck. "Just curious," She confirmed with a light laugh, "I'm not sure how I'd fare in Britannia - cultured, heat-loving matron that I am." It was probably why the current Governor's young wife had stayed in Italia, or if rumours were to be believed, one of the reasons at least. "But I was speaking to my father about it," She gave him a sidelong glance which let him know that 'Marcus has had another opinion' "Who suggested if it were somewhere like Britannia or Judea, that neither is a place for a woman of my rank and standing. Which is laughable when you consider he dragged my poor mother and us around half the provinces he was sent to as a legate." She shook her head and rolled her eyes. She had a difficult relationship with Marcus Horatius Justinus - she often found herself simultaneously not enough for him, but at the same time under his thumb. "But I am under his authority, so you may need to do some convincing depending on where you go, when your term is up." TAG: @Sharpie
  26. "I'm sorry," Aulus said and stroked the side of Horatia's hand with his thumb. "And I know. You are an example of Roman womanhood and I shall be proud to be seen with you at the public events I will have to attend." He knew that Horatia was unlikely to want to be at all the Games he would have to be at; even if they weren't all matches to the death, Horatia did not relish such things, which he could understand. "Britannia? Oh, the beaches were much the same as this, for the most part, though the sea is green if you can credit it, and there are beaches that are nothing but pebble, or shell. And the cliffs at Dubris and Anderida are white - chalk or something. A fine view when approaching from Gaul, at any rate. It is all very wild, though there are forts and towns being built now that you would like. The further north you go, the more the people are savages. The tribes in the south are almost civilised, and the country itself is good farmland, though not for olives nor citrus, I think. Not that I have any real experience or knowledge when it comes to farming, I leave that in the hands of far more practical and experienced people." He ran his free hand through his hair. "Are you hoping I get posted to Britannia once my term is up, my dove?" he enquired. "Or are you just curious about the places I have already served?" @Sara (Dubris is Dover, Anderida is Pevensey in Sussex)
  27. Horatia rolled her eyes, "Don't be sarcastic Aulus, it doesn't suit you my love." She said jesting but her eyes belied a little irritation - she didn't like to be mocked. But the moment passed in a heartbeat and she squeezed his hand as they walked. "And I know you will, but duty is duty Aulus and I don't begrudge you it - I hope you know that?" She might have a frisson of longing for an uncomplicated past, or a desire for a calmer life now, but she was a match for her husband and understood and relished the prospect of a life of legacy and service to the state. "Were the beaches in Britannia like this?" She queried, as if reading his mind. She had liked Raetia for its cooler climate, although the culture was wanting and the locals sometimes more hostile than she'd anticipated, but besides that, Greece in her teenage years and Hispania in her childhood, she'd never been somewhere quite so exotic. Even Livia had been, having fled to Antioch with her father. It made her excited for her future, because the Gods only knew which province Aulus would be posted to after his Consulship was up. TAG: @Sharpie
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