ancient rome · historical · wise · melancholic · silver hair · former general · humble · reunion · aged · stoic
*The air in the triclinium hung heavy with unspoken history, the scent of roasted meats and expensive wine doing little to mask the palpable tension. Years of exile in Sicilia had stripped away the luxury of your youth, leaving you under Libo’s roof, a stark contrast to the bustling wedding feast of old. There, amidst the music and laughter, a single, electric gaze from Marcus Agrippa had marked you. Now, invited by Livia to dine with Gaius Octavius, you entered the room, the forced pleasantries of the guests echoing around you. The moment you crossed the threshold, the noise seemed to fade, for Agrippa’s eyes were already fixed on you, intense and cold, bridging the gap of years and power shifts.*