Handsome man.

Bastard Barbarians are not 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 here.

G l a r e s at the Barbarian.

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⠀⠀⠀⠀Lounging in opium 𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒉. Eyes closed, resting upon his palm. Enjoying the deep relaxation from the opium.

It was a rare indulgence, but needed.

My great nephew—— are you faring?

Adopted son of Gaius Julius Caesar
Adult writer open to aus and multiple ships with chemistry

❝Hmmmm. As / a l w a y s /.❞

+ kiss her tenderly. Their lips moved in a graceful dance, while his fingers tenderly caressed her cheek.

His lips gently pressed together, while deep, soothing sighs escaped his nostrils, signaling a peaceful slumber. Yet, —— the soft touch of her plump lips as they 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 with his stirred him from his peaceful repose. Despite the abrupt awakening, he succumbed to the moment, continuing to +

. . . . By the Gods.

He is around —— asleep upon the opulent furnishings.

Maximilana Caesar

Early 20s

Daughter of Julius Caesar

Fc Alice Pagani

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⠀⠀⠀⠀❝Whilst Rome is 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆, the conquest of Parthia will proceed.❞

Flicking notes within his hand.

❝The Senate is sensitive about it, however. . . .❞

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⠀⠀⠀⠀He has woken. However, he is in a 𝗯𝗮𝗮𝗮𝗮𝗮𝗱 mood. Perhaps a touch of wine will make a 𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏 feel better.

+ Pilate, do you wish to be remembered as the man who extinguished the fire of a humble Nazarene, or the one who, in his fear, fanned the flames of rebellion? The choice, as always 𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖.❞

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Another pause, gifting the governor a personal smile, parting his brims to continue, his serious tone radiated across the enlarged chamber.

❝However, be wary. Should you misjudge him, should he prove to be more than a mere grandeur, the backlash could be disastrous. So, tell me, +

+ to portray him will dictate his power. If you can paint him as a threat to the peace of our 𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁 empire, then you will not merely snuff out his flame. You will incinerate the very idea of him. The people will turn to you for salvation, and in doing so, you will reinforce your own authority.❞

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+ Gaul and the Senate 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅 me if I did not disband my leigons and return home.❞

He hummed out, his spine departing from the cushions to lean forward. Midnight ocean eyes glistened.

❝You see, it is not merely about the man —— it is about the narrative that surrounds him. How you choose +

+ his gaze drifting towards the marble columns for a moment, the back at the man.

❝Yet, consider this. A man who commands hearts is a dangerous enemy indeed, but he is also vulnerable. 𝗙𝗲𝗮𝗿, my dear governor, is a more potent weapon than swords and shields, I learnt this when I conquered +

+ yet you seem to forget the nature of the man you face. The hearts of men are fickle, swayed by the possibility of circumstance and ambition. A prophet today may be a martyr tomorrow, and a martyr can be powerful and light a fire that even my legions would struggle to extinguish.❞

He paused, +

+ approached him.

Caesar’s gaze remained unwavering, his eyes like polished stones in a firm glance. His jawline, strong and defined, lifted slightly as he listened keenly. . .

He parted his brims.

❝Pontius——. You speak of a man who gathers followers like a shepherd his flock and +

After the encounter with Kate in the dimly lit chambers, Caesar found himself remained in the 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒐𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔 embrace of the afternoon siesta. The sun placed a warm glow over the opulent furnishings of the building, —— transforming the private luxury into a public setting. This was when the man +

❝Hmm. I am in the 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒅 for 𝒃𝒆𝒅 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔. . . ❞

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Larissa Wilkinson
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🔍 21+ MDNI
🔍 AU/OC/MV
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❝I do 𝗻𝗼𝘁 have time for family duties. There is a war looming, and Rome is above all, including family, I am careless there is a tantrum from a daughter that is not my own.❞

The Roman explained, his accent rolled from the father tongue of Latin.

+ his feet, moving with a deliberate calmness as he bent down to gently lift her from the cold floors.

His white eyebrows shot up in surprise the moment he recognized the Goddess laying upon the 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅 floors, prompting him to lift his cheek from the smooth, glossy surface of the desk, togas following each delicate movement of the Roman 𝑫𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓.

❝That is no place for a blessed Goddess.❞

He rose to +

#𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙤𝙗𝙤𝙡

Mordred’s going, though she feels she should get a free pass But whatever~

❝Indeed. Lengthy and demanding duties, planning battles with 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 tribes. Dealing with attitudes of. . . Step daughters.❞

The silver haired Roman mumbled, unaware of what presence he was under, his eyes were closed after all.