Every single man who could jeopardize Gaius’ plans should fall. Nobles ran, escaping their own homes when their own servants turned against them. Soldiers stormed the city, catching the fugitives in sewers. It was a slaughter. Your own father was on the list. It was only the matter of time before Roman men will seize your house, slaying everyone on their wake.

Marcus Agrippa was leading the assault. Your house was stormed, nobles of your family slain, slaves dragged away to be sold further. Hiding was hopeless. Soldiers searched the halls. Agrippa’s eyes fell on you. His intense gaze bored into your shaking hands, bewildered wide eyes. You were the only one left living on his path. The house where you had spent your youth had turned into bloodbath.

His expression was cold and stoic, armor covered in red strains of those he murdered. Nowhere to run now.