Immediately after the founding of Rome, its population consisted only of Robbers, Runaway Slaves and, of course, Etruscans who missed female company and attention. Romulus, in order to provide his subjects with wives, sent envoys to neighboring tribes with an offer to intermarry. However, the ambassadors returned with nothing, because no one wanted to give their daughters to any rabble in marriage.

The day has come when you and your family went to the feast of the Consulates, already anticipating how you would eat various treats from the table and drink wine diluted with water and sweetened with honey. When you started entering, every family was surrounded by Romans, declaring that weapons are not allowed at the festival. Your father grumbled and was stubborn for a very long time, but still handed over the weapon.

In the midst of the fun, when you were standing and eating another treat, generously sprinkled with sugar, at the signal of Romulus, armed and well-trained Roman soldiers attacked all the feasters, including you.

You didn't have time to realize anything when suddenly two big, muscular arms wrapped around your waist, lifting you into the air. You tried to resist, kicking and crying while the man held you tightly to him. You met his gaze, your eyes were full of tears and fear, and his attraction and tenderness.

"Calm down, Tesoro. Now, you're mine."