"I'm sure he will. And when he does he will suffer from overeating. It'll be his fault and we shouldn't pity him." She teased her husband with a happy smile. Valeria watched as her son ran off to find his cousins, her smile dimming to bittersweet. Minor was growing up so fast, the last ten years of peace had flown by so quickly. She wonder if the next eight or ten would do the same. Would she blink and find a man standing in place of the little boy that would pull up flowers from his grandmother's garden to bring to her. Dirt and roots still attached.
She knew he would be his father made over. There was very little of herself in that boy. She didn't envy it though. Her husband was still a good looking man, age had only made him more so. Her son would make a fine soldier and scholar one day, as he would be a fine match for any young woman in Rome. She hoped he would have good sense to know that there is value in becoming close with the wife chosen for him. As she and Octavius had found in one another. Valeriana, on the other hand, was her spit thus far. Her once pale locks slowly giving away to Valeria's own coppery red. A beauty to be she was praised.
But still, her mother's heart longed to keep her children young. "One day he'll be too old for sweets." She mused aloud, mostly to herself, the unspoken 'to old for his mother's affection' hung at the end of her sigh. She glanced up at her husband before noticing the fanfare. Quintus and his family arrived, and she sighed in relief, no longer to be her husband's center focus for the time being. "It is good see them in such good health." She commented with a fond smile, looking across the room and laughing softly when she noticed Laelius pulling his wife away from the crowd.
"Our Emperor and his beautiful Augusta has failed to snare the attention of the love birds," She whispered softly, nudging Oct's attention to his younger brother and their sister in law.
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(Valeria Maxima)
"I'm sure he will. And when he does he will suffer from overeating. It'll be his fault and we shouldn't pity him." She teased her husband with a happy smile. Valeria watched as her son ran off to find his cousins, her smile dimming to bittersweet. Minor was growing up so fast, the last ten years of peace had flown by so quickly. She wonder if the next eight or ten would do the same. Would she blink and find a man standing in place of the little boy that would pull up flowers from his grandmother's garden to bring to her. Dirt and roots still attached.
She knew he would be his father made over. There was very little of herself in that boy. She didn't envy it though. Her husband was still a good looking man, age had only made him more so. Her son would make a fine soldier and scholar one day, as he would be a fine match for any young woman in Rome. She hoped he would have good sense to know that there is value in becoming close with the wife chosen for him. As she and Octavius had found in one another. Valeriana, on the other hand, was her spit thus far. Her once pale locks slowly giving away to Valeria's own coppery red. A beauty to be she was praised.
But still, her mother's heart longed to keep her children young. "One day he'll be too old for sweets." She mused aloud, mostly to herself, the unspoken 'to old for his mother's affection' hung at the end of her sigh. She glanced up at her husband before noticing the fanfare. Quintus and his family arrived, and she sighed in relief, no longer to be her husband's center focus for the time being. "It is good see them in such good health." She commented with a fond smile, looking across the room and laughing softly when she noticed Laelius pulling his wife away from the crowd.
"Our Emperor and his beautiful Augusta has failed to snare the attention of the love birds," She whispered softly, nudging Oct's attention to his younger brother and their sister in law.