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LIVIA LEANS DOWN, EYES TRAINED UPON THE CHILD OF CLEOPATRA. She had heard, only a rumor of course, that the queen had perhaps asked for a last minute appeal from the empress consort. However unable to grant it, she remembers it in her memory as she looks into big, uncertain eyes.
❝ I should not lie to you. I know you are scared. You ought to be; what you have been through is no easy task. ❞ The blonde smiles, her gaze turning toward the figure of her husband looming in the corner before she shakes her head, turning her attention back to the figure in front of her. ❝ But I urge you to remember, no matter what, that your mother was a QUEEN and your father WELL-LIKED. I shall make sure no harm comes to you. ❞ The sweet words about Octavian’s enemies are rather bitter, but Livia knows that they’re true ___ she cannot fight fire with fire; she refuses to do so in her own home. ❝ I promise. ❞













