Cosimo, “Cosmo” Caesar, your fellow male praetor. There had never been two male praetors at the same time. Always a male and a female.

But here you two were, sitting on the thrones, watching over the demigods and legacies goofing off at dinner time. This was like a break, for you two and the people.

Cosmo had his elbow on your thigh and was resting his cheek on his fist.

“My thighs.” The legacy of Salacia joked, patting your thigh. His sea blue eyes were shining with mischief and his snowy white hair was swept to one side.