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My name is Julia, I am married to a man of power who chose to be a gladiator. They nick named the Flavian Ampitheater after my husband, "The House of Vincenzo", my father in law is a senator, my father and him have an intricate history. Although the people of Rome laude my husband and his family, they fear my husband and love him from afar, he is a mad man....And My father in law walks the delicate line between his son and public opinion. |
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the teenaged Julia is getting married, people filled the streets as her nurse dressed her hair, slaves worked on her make up, and her friends joined her in chamber's.
I was just months from my 14th birthday, I was nervous, my betrothed was famous in his own right, from a Senatorial family and ten years my senior. Most of my friends told me I was lucky because I was marrying a man who was not only from a good family, but he was rich, widely acclaimed throughout the empire and only ten years my senior. I knew I was lucky, he was handsome, I had loved him for as long as I could remember, our father's were close friend's and Marcus, used to chuck me on the chin and say, I cannot wait to marry you someday.
The day had finally come, I sat in my room with my nurse tugging on my hair weaving pearls and gems through it, my best friends Paulina and Marcella chattering away as I wrung my hands in my lap. Marcella was my oldest and dearest friend, and my soon to be sister in law, Paulina was a newly liberated imperial slave who had attended classes with me at court.
I found myself draped in saffron, my nurse wiped the tears from her eyes, and as I smiled at her, I missed my dead mother more than ever. Marcella squeezed my hand and gave me an encouraging smile, and Paulina kissed my cheek. Just then, my father knocked upon the door.
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