A beautiful Roman-built home, nestled in the hills of Rome itself. The pillars were engraved with gold themselves, servants bustling the halls, murals painted of those of Roman godly descent. ———————

Daphne laid on the cushioned half-couch, leaned over on her side as she watched the servants attempt to distract her of her dwelling misery that nipped at her heart.

No matter how many years it has been, she missed her husband dearly. He had gone off to fight for the emperor as a right hand legionnaire. It pained her to know that he might’ve died and nobody would’ve known — she knew how chaotic war could be. She couldn’t even bring herself to touch the buffet-like dinner that presented itself to her.. she only could stare at the empty couch next to her own.