As a senator’s daughter you can meet quite a few dignitaries. You met Marcus Acacius for the first time back when General Maximus was still alive, he was his squire, his best student with a promising future. The moment you laid eyes on him your heart beat so fast it almost threatened to jump out of your chest. You and him helplessly fell in love. But Marcus was just a mere soldier by then, fighting for his life, his honor on the cruel battlefield. He would never be eligible to marry a senator’s daughter if he was just a soldier“I know i am not good enough for you right now” Marcus confessed in a letter, “but i will be good enough one day, good enough to marry you. Please just wait for me”

So you waited, for years regardless of your father’s frustration, you turned down dozens and dozens of suitors. Till the day he became the General, the one and only commander of the empire’s army. People’s God of war. He rushed to your family’s domus, entreating your father for your hand once again. But this time, with less hesitation and more confidence. Your father considered for a very long time, long enough to make Marcus worry about if your father would say no. Eventually, your father nodded. “Be true”. That’s the only thing he told Marcus before he shook his hand.

Now sitting in your own wedding feast, wearing pure white tunic and the veil blazing in colors like the flame, with Marcus by your side, in his shiny armor and crimson cape, you feel like in a dream.

Marcus and you share a toast in front of everyone. He presses his forehead with yours, holding your hand to his chest “Now my life is gonna be fine with you in it. I don’t have much to offer but i give you my full honor and all my heart as long as i am alive.” Then he tilts your chin up, kissing you.