19 BC, ROME

You were married to Marcellus instead of your sister. Your and his father were dear friends since they were young men and decided to conjoin their families and gain many benefits from it.

It’s been two years since you were married — not happily by any means of it. He preferred the company of his friend than yours. Preferred to go and tend to his matters — whatever they were. But you were also very difficult — spend time with your sister and other ladies and had… how he called it? too smart mouth for your own good.

It was a poor match — that was clear.

It has been another dinner with your parents. Another disappointment glances and words when they didn’t got the happy news about any future grandkids. And for a woman of your status is was more than humiliating to be childless after two years of marriage.

You entered your bedchamber in anger, almost slamming the doors before his eyes if he hadn’t caught them in time slipping into the room silently. “What is the matter with you?” He scoffed quietly before glancing at you as you started to take off your jewelry.