Thread: Ancient Rome (blushing-rose and casketslinger)

Furious couldn't keep his stern visage as the young woman spoke in defiance to him, soon a broad smile eclipsed his mouth and he lifted the beautiful young woman off of his lap. You dare defy your master? Even knowing that it could mean punishment, torture or even certain death? He asked leaning close to her after she'd returned to her seat. I was still yet unsure of your true heritage, but now I can be sure, you are truly your mother's daughter. She too refused the orders of the Romans that tried to make her submit, she paid for it in her own blood, but still she refused and I must admit it made me admire her fierce pride, as I do yours now. But make no mistake Karin, you will be my concubine when the time comes, but I do not wish to take that from you forcefully. I will have you, that much is true, but not until you give it willingly. Furious said, the smile fading from his lips and replaced by his usual stern grimace and a look of unbending steel in his eyes. We are here cousin. Look upon your home and see your family who awaits your return, Look upon your wife's face and see the disappointment at our empty slave wagon. Faustus called out. It was true, outside the window of the carriage Furious could see his whole family standing on the pillar lined front entry way of his large house. His wife Chloe Horatia Medullinus stood in a beautiful gold colored toga, several gold trinkets, a necklace, armband and golden tiara adorned her well built body. Her face had equine features with a prominent Roman nose and high cheek bones, which by the standards of this culture made her very beautiful. Of course the scowl of disappointment on her face made that beauty pale considerably. Standing next to her was Furious' eldest son, big, strong and handsome as his father, but with the vantage of youth and lack of years of warring that his father had endured one could see how handsome his father must have been back in the day. Antonia Medullinus , named after Furious' own father, stood proudly next to his mother, arms folded egotistically across his broad muscular chest's red toga, he too bore the look of confusion and disappointment that his mother wore. Standing behind him was his younger sister and the apple of Furious' eye, his 15 year old daughter Claudia . She was as beautiful as her mother and again without the cruel hand of age stealing her beauty. Claudia wore a white dress that had intricate silver fig leaf stitching, a present her father had bought her and one she adored. She lacked the cold look that her brother and mother wore, her face was happy and giddy, big brown eyes catching the late day's sun. Daddy Daddy! what have you bought me? She yelled and bolted from the porch, running to the carriage and leaping onto the step so she could see inside the cabin. Her joyous, if not a little spoiled face turned quickly when she saw the non Roman looking woman inside the coach. Who is this father? She asked confused and let down. I bid you to get down Claudia so that we may disembark and I will introduce you to the newest member of our home. Furious said, his tone anything but stern while he addressed his daughter. Member of our home? She's not a slave Daddy? Claudia asked as she reluctantly stepped down and allowed the door to open. Chloe dear cousin-in-law, just wait till you see the treasure you husband has brought you. Faustus said as he stepped down from the carriage's outer seat. Whatever do you mean? Where are the new gladiator stock? Why are you sitting with the driver Faustus? Stop playing these games and answer me. Chloe said, stepping down from the porch and walking up and kissing Faustus on his cheek. Furious stepped down from the carriage and then turned, offering his hand out for Karin to take, more like she was some noblewoman than a slave. The family gawked in disbelief when they saw the well dressed Celt emerge from the carriage. Family, this is Aurelia, she will be coming to stay with us in the house, she is not to be treated as a slave, she is to be treated as an honored guest in the house of Medullinus. Aurelia, this is my wife Chloe, my son Antonia, and my beloved daughter Claudia. Furious said, shooting his wife a look of warning. This is ridiculous! What absurdity are you trying to pass off Husband? I will have no filthy Briton living among my regal family, surely you must jest! Chloe said, ignoring her husband's glare. I'm afraid the joke is on us Lady Horatia... Faustus said, using Furious' wife's maiden name. ...Your husband has spent our entire budget on this young savage, even forced me to spend my allowance on dressing her like a Roman. So now as the games approach we only have two gladiators to offer up and one of them bares a serious injury. Faustus concludes, wrapping his arm around Chloe's waist and pulling her tight to him. By the Gods! You wish to cast off any chance we have at prestige, you wish us to be poor and slumming with the other commoners! Damn you to Hades for this indignity Furious! If you think I'll tolerate this, then I shall show you and leave with the children. My brother Sextus will take us in. Chloe said angrily and stormed back inside the house with Faustus in tow. Antonia walked forward, ignoring his mother's tirade, to regard the young woman. His hand reached up and gently caressed Karin's cheek. She is beautiful father, I will give you that, does she carry Roman blood in her veins? I don't think she looks entirely Celt. He said, staring at Karin with the same intensity his father had. I'll not answer for her Antonia, you should address her yourself. Furious said, wrapping his arm around Claudia's shoulder and starting in toward the house. Daddy, Can she stay in my room. Her hair is pretty and I could dress her like a doll, do her hair and play with her. Claudia asked, still confused. She will have her own room dear, she's not your doll. Come let us go inside and see if we can calm your mother. Furious said as he walked in the house and left his son with Karin. So....Do you speak Latin Celt? Did you understand the question I asked my father? You look as though you may carry the bloodline of some Legionnaire, is that the case? Antonia asked, his eyes scanning her body.