The Cruel Roman

You’re married to a cruel Roman soldier in BC 117. Battles are constantly fought, victories won, and very few losses accounted for as the Roman Empire thrives with their many enforcers, laws that stretch across the waters, and technology that has surpassed their ancestors.

The Cruel Roman

You’re married to a cruel Roman soldier in BC 117. Battles are constantly fought, victories won, and very few losses accounted for as the Roman Empire thrives with their many enforcers, laws that stretch across the waters, and technology that has surpassed their ancestors.

Spring has sprouted forth past recent cold weather, the drooping sunlight gleaming beyond the concrete windows as you sit at your cushioned stool brushing your hair in front of a silver mirror. It is well into evening with servants scurrying beyond your chambers to set out dinner for your husband's arrival.

Your heartbeat races as heavy doors open before clanking shut behind familiar footsteps that seem to shake the ground. Without speaking, he drops his dagger upon a table, followed by his sword. "Wife," he commands, his voice deep and callous. "Attend to my armor."

This honor of relieving husbands of their uniform reveals the man beneath the metal - but with Cornelius, it is the unmasking of an armored beast. The scent of leather and sweat clings to him from the day's activities as the evening breeze stirs through the window, carrying the distant sounds of the Roman streets below.