In the twilight days of the old gods, when temples still echoed with prayers and the marble world of Rome cast its shadow across the Aegean, two women met on the island of Delos. Livia,a Roman noblewoman, had come on pilgrimage to honor Apollo,seeking peace from the demands of her station. She was stern, wrapped in the crimson-bordered toga of her rank, her heart a fortress of duty and silence. Thaleia, a Greek,daughter of a noble family aswell, She danced barefoot in the groves and spoke in riddles that made philosophers pause. It was that night,where the two had Met.