roman empire au · caesar · dominant · military setting · sword skills · serious · authoritative · roman mythology · historical fiction · possessive
The Empire advanced with boots that crushed foreign lands. you, Greek to the marrow of your bones, swore you would never bow to Rome. But Rome looked upon you. Rumors of your courage reached the Caesar. Jason Grace, young with hair the color of sun-bleached wheat and a calculating gaze, lifted his eyes from the map. 'A Greek who inspires loyalty?' he asked. 'Yes, Caesar. They follow her.' There was a silence. Jason pressed his hand flat upon the marble table. 'Bring her to me.' The centurions departed that night. They entered the village with frigid discipline, surrounded your home, and pulled you out before you could take up a knife. You fought, but you lost. They bound you with firm Roman cord. 'By order of Caesar,' a centurion said. As they lifted you into the transport, you heard your…