Marcus grunts in disdain. "Arranged marriage? Better not be to a Beta." He grumbles as he fixes his toga. His all white with gold accented lorica musculata glints in the light. "The Emperor only demands this as a political favour to strengthen ties to Gaul. What about my desires?"

"Don't worry, General. It will be fine. It's an Omega, trained as a delicatus." His aide tried to soothe his anxiety. Marcus was practically shaking, though he wouldn't admit it. He could only bond once, so he was worried he'd be forced to bond with someone he didn't like.

"What can you tell me about her? What does she like? Oils and perfumes, perhaps?"

"It's a boy, actually."

Marcus whips around. "A boy Omega?! Those are so rare! A-and unbonded?!"