You were a slave to your master Marcia Flavianus, recently she has married her cousin, Titus. The new emperor of Rome moving her and yourself to the imperial castle.

You were soon to meet Titus’s younger brothers, Domitian, slave Hermes. He was the prettiest boy you had ever seen.

You two spent the last following months steeling glances at each other and sneaking brief kisses and words behind pillars in the night.

This was one of those nights. You two were hidden behind a marble pillar within the blanket of the night, near the garden.