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  1. "Well, I never expected it to keep on being as unfair as this," Teutus muttered, and sighed. He would eventually get used to it, and would start to plan his new future, but right now he didn't want to, he didn't want to do anything other than mope (or grieve, or sulk about) the future he'd been supposed to have, the one that had been promised to him for his entire life. He scowled at the wine in his cup as if it was Tertius' smug face. He tried to ignore the sense of curiosity provoked by the other man's words, but couldn't - which had probably been the whole reason he'd said what he had.
  2. "I don't see why she wouldn't be. She's patrician, born of patrician parents, my loyalty to the Augustus is without question - and they have to look somewhere for prospective wives, why not Calpurnia? They can hardly marry some foreign princess or something, it just wouldn't be - Roman." The scions of the Imperial family had married good senatorial girls before. They weren't Egyptian, to marry their own sisters (only look what sort of a mess that had led to, in the end!) "I'm not going to force her to marry someone she'll hate, or despise. Of course I don't want her to be unhappy - J
  3. Attis was not slow in taking the offered seat, aware that it was very few slaves who could ever claim to be privileged enough to be allowed to seat themselves on the same level as their masters. "I've got Metella back home, domine, she's all the girl I need." She'd probably rip his balls off and feed them to him if she learned he'd been spreading his favours around in Greece while she was stuck back in Italia. "And no, it wasn't. I mean, we both know you can, and we both like it well enough, but if you want a girl, who am I to argue about it?" A day and night to himself in Athens...
  4. "You're a good friend, Didia," he told her, and shrugged. "I don't know. You just... Didn't sound happy when you spoke of maybe being married, that's all." He was pretty sure that the majority of people in the city wouldn't be so insistent on cutting a slave in on the treasure they'd found, much less giving them equal shares in it. Though, to be fair, right now that was theoretical or hypothetical shares in a very real treasure. If they could buy the house, there would be no question about who owned it but as it was... "If you take two now, I'll take one, that's all I can reasonably
  5. Attis dropped into a squat by Longinus' feet. "Of course you're allowed to ask for a conversation, domine," he said. "Or anything else at all, for that matter." He didn't need Attis to tell him that, they were both products of the same society, though at vastly different ends of the social spectrum. Longinus was entitled to make any use of Attis that he wished, from mere conversation to slaking his needs in bed. "And no, you didn't, domine," he added in response to the next question. Days off had been mentioned, but Attis knew better than to push and hadn't raised the topic again. He was
  6. "There are a couple of nice young men within the Imperial family - Titus Flavius Caesar Alexander and Tiberius Claudius Sabucius. I'm not sure how old they are but they must both be closer in age to Calpurnia than you and I are to each other. Neither Lucius Cassius nor Titus Sulpicius have a son the right sort of age, though each of them has a daughter who could be considered for a wife for Titus. I doubt he will want to marry before he's held his first senatorial post, though." And if the discussion highlighted the difference in expectations placed on the men and the women in their socie
  7. "I'm sure I wasn't getting moody," he said, and dropped a couple of coins in her lap. "There. So you can take that trip without anyone telling you that you can't!" His smile grew. He'd seen some of the insulae but never from up close, and his previous home had been a humble villa near the sea, with its own small farm around it, nothing like the huge sprawling estates his current master probably owned. The prospect of seeing an insula didn't worry him; it wasn't as if the part of the house inhabited by the slaves could compare with the fancy mosaics and fine frescoes of the public areas of
  8. Attis scrambled to his feet at the sound of his master's voice. He was habitually an early riser (something about being a slave to a military officer, probably!) and had come out to enjoy the early morning before everyone was awake, though there were clattering sounds coming from the direction of the kitchen. "No, domine - should I? I mean, I can if you want me to!" He didn't think his master had any plans for today, not until later, and the young woman he'd found was already making her exit. She surely didn't have to, not so early - Longinus could probably spend another hour or so w
  9. Aulus sat back, crossing one leg over the other. "Whereas you have as much ambition as I have, to raise a good family and leave a legacy to Rome - in your own way, anyway. And I don't see why the Augustus and his wife would like to come for dinner in a private citizen's home, especially one he has described as a friend. If he would rather not, that's different - he can say no but I'd like to ask him." She was right about Titus, too, of course. "I'll tell Titus, he should know - it's about time we thought about giving him his toga virīlis, after all." Surely Horatia wasn't old enough
  10. "Well, if - when - I do, you'll be the first person I tell," he told her, with a shy smile. He held one of the coins up, looking at the portrait and inscription. It was at least a decade old, but gold was gold, and an aureus was worth quite a bit regardless of whose head was stamped on it. "They'll all think you're a fine rich lady, coming from Rome," he told her. "We'll take that trip - though you might end up with other people in your life who might not want you to, not with a nobody freedman." She'd said before that there wasn't really anybody she was interested in, not like that
  11. "It's a long story. Or maybe it is isn't," Teutus said cryptically, and drank half of his first cupful of wine. "The long and the short of it is, I was born a slave, promised my freedom for years, finally got it, promised that I'd be made my father's heir - only he's a senator so it's not that easy. And he goes and gets another slave girl pregnant and she has a son. Who was declared freeborn this morning." He finished the cup and poured another. "If you want to find a happier person to talk with, I'm sorry I bothered you." Though it was Alexius who'd done the bothering, really. There was
  12. "We did. I wish things had happened differently, but we are here, and the past is the past." He managed to stroke her cheek with his knuckle before she sat back, removing her face from his reach. "I don't know," he said. "Unless you feel you can host a private dinner for him, and the Augusta? I'm a man of simple ideas, mel mī, unless you wish to wage a military campaign of some description." He laughed, but oh, she would be a fierce opponent when roused, if she had the opportunity to be - there were many reasons women couldn't have military or political careers, after all. The savagery
  13. "There's not much point putting them back in that bag, not with the state it's in now," Rufus pointed out. "Though I don't suppose we'll be able to find anything better, that'll keep them together. Oh!" He shifted so that he could unwrap the pallium he was wearing. "This might do - and why don't you take one or two of them, for... for a rainy day?" He spread the cloth out and began heaping coins into it, many time his own worth pouring through his fingers and shining in the sunlight as he did so. @Sara
  14. The other man - Alexius' - seemed friendly enough, even jovial. His joke made Teutus smile momentarily, as it was no doubt intended to. He supposed he did seem moody to the other man. He certainly felt moody, one reason he'd left the house, where his father was celebrating the birth of a son he could declare free right from the beginning without all the difficulties he faced when it came to Teutus himself. As if Teutus had chosen any of that at all, as if he wanted to be difficult, or to cause difficulties. "Teutus," he offered, without expanding on it and giving the three names he was en
  15. He didn't, particularly, mostly because he didn't want to pull the other man's mood down and was feeling far too morose about everything for his own mood to be improved much just by talking with a stranger. He shrugged. "I don't have any objections," he said. "Though you probably have better places to be than hanging around with someone in this sort of mood." He poured his first cup of wine. The other man had done the sensible thing and bought one cup and some food. Teutus was absolutely done with being sensible, at least for now. He'd been sensible all his life and just look where i
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