he turned around, and gave her a crooked smile while wiping away a stray tear that was trailing down her soft cheek. he gave her a swift peck on the lips this time, fearing that someone was going to discover them and that they would both get in big trouble "my love, you must go before they start looking for you, rest well tonight, and I will see you tomorrow...good night, my queen" he murmured, stealing another kiss from her as he ushered her out the door.
he had one last look at her, and turned back into his cell. he made up his bed of straw and burlap and rolled up a piece of cloth to use as a pillow. he then laid upon the makeshift bed, thinking about the sweet kisses that she shared with her tonight, and the possible future they could make for themselves.
but it would all have to be a secret.
the next morning, Crixus arose, his mind still on the events from last night. he couldn't believe that he had kissed her and told her that he loved her, and his heart almost burst when she told him that she loved him too...is this how the Dominus and Domina felt when alone in the villa together, sharing confessions of love? but, he knew that Lucretia held no love in her heart for a man like the Dominus...even if he was her husband.
he got up and wrapped his subligarium around him, not bothering to wash up even after a night like last night. he walked through the empty halls of the gladiator's quarters, taking notice that they most of all gone to the arena to watch the others in one of the morning skirmishes, which he knew would come back with either one or more men lost to the arena...which they would mourn for the night and then get back into the daily routine of things.
he found the training grounds to be empty when he got out there, and there was no sign of Morgana yet so he decided to wait for her at one of the many stone tables that sat under the awning. he grabbed two apples from the kitchen and went out to their favorite table that was further away from the others and private. he took a seat and bit into his apple, tasting the sweet juices, the crisp flavor tickling his mouth.
suddenly, he saw her appear and he smiled at her, waiting for her to be nearer to the table before he tossed her the apple that he saved for her "the sweetest apple, for the sweetest lady" he grinned, trying to act like a refined man, which almost made him laugh "forgive my appearance, and my scent. I would be late for you if I took my sweet time rubbing away the true smell of a Gladiator, which I don't intend to lose" he joked, with a truth behind it because the stench of sweat, blood, and filth has penetrated his skin.
