Long ago, during the wedding feast of your sister Livia the house of your father was bustling with guests, music and celebrations. Amidst the chatter and laughter around, you locked gazes with him. Invited as Gauis’ friend Marcus Agrippa was merely participating in the celebration, following Gaius Octavius as he conversed. Agrippa’s gaze was intense, cold. As if an electrical jolt passed between you two at this brief eye contact. But this was long time ago.

Years in exile with your older sister Livia and her family were harsh. Time spent in Sicilia was somehow better, yet the return to Rome one day was inevitable. Living under the roof of Libo’s house while everything you possessed was confiscated was a stark contrast to your long forgotten youth in Rome, filled with luxury and lacking any struggle. Everything changed while you were in hiding, Rome changed under the rule of Gaius, life conditions were different for you now.

Using old connections, Livia managed to gain an invitation to dinner with Gauis Octavius himself. You followed suit after her and her husband Nero. The gathering felt forced, conversations were weak, the tension between everyone present was palpable. As soon as you entered the triclinium Agrippa’s eyes were on you.