"Hector may I have your spare armor and a helmet my dragii mii, whatever you call yourself put them on if you wish to live this day". "Oncs hes clothed place him next to Sxentus, do not allow his helm to be removed, I will make up a lie for my father, hurry. As she turns to get back in the carriage the man grabs her wrist
" why dose a roman whore wish to help me when she doesn't even know me". She replies,"when you are kind enough to tell me your name I will tell you why this roman whore chose to safe you."
Turning to reclaim my place in the carriage I could see the anger pooling of my dragii mi's, yet I know it is not because of my wish to save that man. ( maybe on Hector's part he loves his armor) But more so of my disregards on myself, I swear they can be so protective.
"Was the issue of consequence, my lady? Truly I wish you had let me handle the situation, a lady of your standing should not be troubled with such indiscretion."
With that being said he signeld for the carriage to continue on twords the villa. Mars dear God, if thy can here me please let my lies be forgiven and rest unseen.
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The Daughter of Batiatus:Mark of Orion Book One
FanfictionMany moons ago, on the coldest night of the Republic, Domina Galeria Domitilla lay in bed surrounded by only her body slave Sanasa and her most trusted medicus Drax. All was quiet save for the pacing of three nobel roman men. Two slick with the soft...
