"Another one?" / olympos. caesar lives verse.
"It's certainly one way to keep favour with the populace."
Alexandria or Rome it didn't matter; the main topic of conversation always seemed to be the sexual exploits of her father or brother. Julius had quite the reputation with women that, while slowed down after her mother, was still revisited on occasion.
Her brother looked set to surpass him, however. As he probably would do all things, Aurelia thought. Her father was great but there was something about Caesarion; it was new, exciting.. any time at all in his presence and you just knew he was going to surpass their father, Alexander too.
Toes dipped into the bath, Aurelia's expression was unreadable as she cast gold flecked orbs to Olympos. "Are all men like them, Olympos? Do all men love you for as long as you have something they desire and discard you as soon as they have what they sought? One after another after another.."
Olympos was reminded of Cleopatra at her age when looking at Aurelia. She was inquisitive too. A deep thinker. The eyes were the same too, brown with golden flecks. Aurelia was saved fro the typical Ptolemaic sibling squarreling though. Cleopatra had insisted on her children being different and they were.
âAre all men like them? Oh no, no, no..â Hip leaning on the cool marble pillar, arms folded, Olympos grinned wolfishly at his young charge. âThey are quite unique, your brother and father. They keep me in business, thatâs for certain.â He pushed his hair out of his eyes and sighed. âWhy do you ask, little one?â
















