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  1. Letter dated 21st of February 76 AD Titus Sulpicius Rufus to his dearest friend Longinus, birthday greetings! No invitation for a celebratory party has arrived yet, but I'm sure that can be explained by a disoriented slave rather than forgetfulness on your part... although you have just grown a year older, so that's not outside the realm of possibility. Ageing takes a toll on mental faculties, I've heard. I've heard a new search was afoot, and I do hope it comes to a fruitful end and that you rejoin the ranks of the happily dutifully married. I will be expecting a full r
  2. Livia remembered the forgetfulness, the sleepiness, the hunger. The butterfly movements that she had originally thought to be an upset stomach. But she hadn't had the chance to feel actual kicks to the ribs, or toss and turn endlessly at night because no position was comfortable enough to sleep in. She did not want Aglaea's dreams to be dyed a blood red, nor for her not be rewarded with a cry of victory at the end. Until things had come to a successful conclusion, Livia didn't dare fully hope. "We don't know if it's a boy or a girl, do we? Hence it," she observed, voice as cold as ice as she t
  3. Artemon blinked again, squinting as though the sun was shining straight in his eyes (which was of course impossible at that time of night and inside a warehouse to boot). "Your employee...?" This made no sense at all. And the woman was looking more displeased by the second; Artemon felt himself wilting under her intense gaze like the flower inside the crates. It hadn't looked much like a flower to him since it was all dried up and had no petals anymore, but she wasn't wrong. Which made the situation all the more dire for him. Well, it had been his idea, so he had to stay true to his word.
  4. This woman was looking incredibly displeased, and reminded Artemon of his mother whenever he did something particularly stupid. He swallowed audibly, throat suddenly as parched as the land where the Nile didn't reach, and blinked at the woman as she addressed him. "Your employee...?" Artemon stared at the woman, a deep crease forming between his eyebrows. But she was a slave. Slaves couldn't do business, or so he thought he knew. Or could they? Panic started to course through his veins as he pondered the likelihood of the woman speaking the truth. He could be in so much trouble if she was
  5. Artemon grinned daftly at his brother, bolstered by the incredibly smart ideas he'd been having. How nice it felt not to have his suggestions shot down right after coming up with them! Iophon's contributions were valuable complements too. Rats could definitely work, although Artemon didn't know if they were inclined to nibble on wood. Then again, they were rumoured to eat pretty much anything. "Yes, rats! And if somehow we're caught, we can say we were investigating the situation. Like where the rats came from and what they ruined!" Perfect. A master plan. He was feeling bolder and bolder abou
  6. Liv

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  7. Women were idiots, and the one sat next to him more so than any other. The urge to admonish Zia for her hubris was too strong for Titus to overcome, and although he switched to his faltering but improving Dacian just to be on the safe side (might try and affect closeness while he was at it, because that was the most ridiculous thing of all), he took great delight in it. "Good job telling to him you have more bracelets. Now he will want all them." That was the worst thing about tax collectors, the more you owed the more you owned. Out to bleed people dry, the slimy lot of them. It turned o
  8. In other words, the harlot would sell herself to the highest bidder, and wasn't even good enough to secure steady patronage by a wealthy client. Why had her husband invited her, then? Did he intend to talk business with her later, when the guests had all left? He could have done that at whatever infected establishment Vibia frequented without needing to parade her to Livia. Secundus' intentions were as inscrutable as his moods. Livia nodded at the artist, lips curved in a pitying smile. "I imagine you cannot miss what you've never experienced." She couldn't really expect a woman of Vibia'
  9. Livia narrowed her eyes, staring unblinkingly at her slave's form as Aglaea walked around and the robes billowed about her. An outsider's perspective was more useful than Livia's own muddy recollections of what it had felt like to have her clothes adjusted differently to accommodate a growing bump, and Horatia's attention to detail would not forgive any mistakes, however innocent. It occurred to her with a mirthless smile that the life of a politician might be full of such subterfuges, designed to pull the wool over his opponent's eyes. A shame that the sisters stood on opposite banks of the r
  10. That Iophon agreed that it must be spices only filled Artemon with resolve, and he inflated like a pig bladder right before a game of trigon. He stood up with a sprightly movement and began pacing the small room as he went over his plan, completely undeterred by the fact that he was coming up with it as he spoke. "Well, first we need to go to the warehouse, obviously. It's better just before dawn, because that's when the people working at night want to go home and rest and so they don't pay as much attention." How did Artemon know? He'd been one of them many times before, and by the time
  11. From her own unsuccessful experiences Livia knew that pregnancy could bring about severe cases of forgetfulness, but she hadn't expected it to extend to a lack of common sense. Aglaea asked the silliest questions nowadays, almost as if she was afraid of thinking for herself. Where was the intelligent and perspicacious companion Livia had grown so accustomed to? "Of course!" Whether she wanted to or not was of no importance. "Her husband has been appointed consul, so I can't very well not attend," Livia explained in a patronising tone as she bent over and inspected the hem of the stola c
  12. Early January, 76 AD - at the villa in Tibur Livia read the missive once more, although by now she knew the words in it by heart. She should have been happy for her brother-in-law for attaining such a prestigious position, but all she saw at the moment was the sanctimonious Horatia gloating yet again at how perfect her life was. Wife to a consul! That was something Livia would never be; Gnaeus' flame had been snuffed out far too early, and the thought of Secundus even dreaming of it sent her into a fit of disdainful giggles. As much as she wanted to refuse the invitation, she
  13. Titus was a poor actor, but this Densus fellow was a boring one; his 'make sarky comment first, apologise later' gimmick was getting tiresome. Could he maybe be drunken into passed-out silence? Titus took a sip of his own drink, a little surprised that fingers hadn't melted off given the acid that Zia exuded. Too bad they all couldn't go the way of the previous publicanus, himself included. At the man's biting words, Titus felt his cheeks heat up like a fire had been lit under his skin. The nerve of this arrogant provincial, thinking he could call him out like that! He regretted not havin
  14. "You're welcome," Livia smiled courteously, as full of good intentions as a butcher eyeing the lamb he would slaughter next. She ignored Vibia's question in favour of her own; talk of playing music brought back memories she had no interest in - like that of a young girl tentatively plucking a lyre under the approving look of her mother, or being encouraged by her teacher to go show Livia the Elder her latest attempt at adding a few notes to a declamation of one of Crinagoras' works. "I was under the impression outstanding artists had no difficulty finding a patron to support them. Have you not
  15. "Yes, earlier than usual. I was in my early twenties. Looking back, I think it has its merits." No great ideological gap, for instance, although women weren't really expected or supposed to have strong political opinions. No burden of care for either party either, since both had been in mostly good health since - barring his handful of souvenir scars and the dangerous business that was childbirth. And there had been other benefits not intended for disclosure in polite company. Speaking of which, Atratinus deserved to squirm a little for sticking his nose in others's business. "You know, my wif
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