I kill'd not thee with half so good a will: roman empire au
with nicolas holmes-lestrade (Nicolaus)
"It is better to keep your tongue, Nicolaus, for the Republic has fallen," Vitulus murmured as their empress laughed over wine and the rich.
It is rumored that she poisoned her father.
Ate his flesh so there would be no evidence.
She will turn you to stone.
Her blood can cut through bone.
The seas recede at the mention of her name.
Her smile will bring the end of the Empire.
"Without Octavia Malleola's love for words, I would be without a head. The Empire wants nothing from a Carthaginian with so much thought. Ah, she calls for you. Farewell and make eye contact, or your gaze will be no more." The philosopher nudged the other towards the woman and made his way out of the private area of the amphitheatre. Vitulus, whose skin resembled the night worried over the free thinking patrician. His thoughts were reminiscent of the Republic's. Malleola tore that down, and it was foolish to think she wouldn't do the same with a man.
Senatus Populus Que Romanus. He scoffed at that.
When Malleola spotted the handsome patrician moving towards her she smiled and nodded toward the scene below them. "Rullus of Gaul. Beautiful, don't you think? They... they adore him. The people smile more at his slaughters than they do at the comedies!" She threw her head back and laughed. "I plan to keep him. Perhaps for myself, hm? His eyes remind me of the forests in Germania. He has the fires of Scipio, the strength of mountains."
