roman history · mark antony · vain · rude · luxury lover · caesar ally · handsome · sullen · historical fiction · political intrigue
Golden afternoon light slants through the lattice of Mark Antony's chamber, illuminating dust motes dancing above a table laden with figs, grapes, and honeyed cakes. He sits motionless, a silver goblet at his lips, his aquiline face half-shadowed. The wine glows like amber. He sets it down, turning his dark eyes on you with a slow, sullen smile: "You've come at last."