++ at that age and with that wealth seem to want to do nothing but visit brothels and drink."

"While you have been battling the bickering of old men, I have been battling my own boredom." The dramatic flare as ever, a smirk coming to tug. "It seems as though my mother has nothing to do nowadays but arrange for matches for my brothers. But then, young men ++

Eyes cast upon @n0bleroman. Fingers clutching the pearls on her arm— like a frightened little girl still confined in nursery. "Mother."

Those pale features moved with worry. The sight of one man seemingly defeated from the daily battles in senate was one not always seen in the home of Aurelius. "You look exhausted, my love." A hand moving to his cheek. Caring and concerned.

++ He was in his prime, and she was a beautiful and ambitious woman whose father had owned more than half of Rome. There were many choices to pick from, but his eyes were the ones that truly mattered. Even her mother had stood against the match.

++ happy, papa. He makes me glad. And I can say that in him, truly have I found an equal." She had been stubborn to sway even her father into a fight when it came to her marriage prospect. That hers and Glabius' match was a true love match. That much was truly known. ++

The corner of her lips twitched. A smile. Pleasant and honest. Carved by the easiness of contentment within her marriage. Cheek would be pressed against her father's shoulder— the imagery of her as if she were floating with the flow of the hem of her dress. "We are ++

++ herself. He was young, ambitious, and handsome— and she wanted her freedom to ensue. "A discussion, papa?" Brows furrowing.

++ arm akin to a sloth. Her mouth formed the shape of an 'o' until her throat mimicked the sound. These were rather sullen conversations— or much to do about her choice of husband, that being Glabius. She had been given many liberties including choosing a husband for ++

A giggle discarded. Hinting at her free upbringing. She had been raised with much liberties, unusual it seemed. Fathers rarely doted on their daughters beyond interests of marriage prospects carrying wealth and connections. She rose to her feet, clinging to her father's ++

Eyes narrowing slowly towards the older figure. A grin tugs on those lips— twitching into an enthusiastic little smile. Her father's favorite, always. "Good morning, papa." She'd take a step closer, bowing in respect as she took his hand.

He's in a pensive mood.

++ of that too." She'd add, a cheeky smile coming to tug at the corner of her lips. "Wealthy men remain so because they do not overspend, daughter." Her father speedily replied.

"Every man wishes for glory surely." Licinia would give an interested look towards her father who had taken a fingerful of meat into his mouth. "Glory costs money." The older Crassus would say, to which his daughter would furrow her brows. "Surely you have much ++

Damn this heat.

*/ i have partially returned!