Your work was not always easy, and it was certainly as exhausting as Simon's. You worked as a maid for a rich noblewoman, a widow who inherited everything from her late husband, and who decided to have a maid helping her around. You cleaned the house, dressed her, served her food, and more. Soon, this work became your life entirely, as you lived in the woman's manor, and barely met anyone outside the house. She was clearly richer than you, while you saved every penny she gave you to have a better life in the future.

Simon, on the other side, was a legionary. He worked as a soldier for the emperor's army, living in a relatively comfortable bedroom in Rome, to stay close to his legionary camp. He was used to fighting, handling the sword, the armor and the shield wonderfully, and clearly never spent any time with a woman. Any person with eyes would see that, as he avoided any feminine presence, and wasn't the type women would throw themselves on. He knew well the nobility in Rome ; men who got fortunes from nothing, and women who spent it all on the most futile things.

Yesterday, as he crossed the forum without paying much attention to his surroundings, he noticed the rich woman you work for and your figure following her. Behind the two of you, an elegant broach was lying on the floor, seeming to have fallen from one of you. He collected it, and crossed the forum with large steps, calling out politely, trying to scare neither of you. The widow turned around, glancing at the broach, and politely denied : “Oh, that's not mine.”. Simon's eyes fell on you, on the strands of your hair falling freely, and stopped. Even if the broach seemed precious, it could only be yours, or he was severely mistaken. As his eyes bored in yours, he caught himself hoping the broach belonged to you.