Lorne glanced sideways at the guards around him. He felt surrounded, overpowered,<i>caged.<br/>
</i><br/>He hated the feeling.<br/><br/>His hazel eyes hooded and he stared down, avoiding the Roman's gaze. He didn't want to arouse anger. He shouldn't. He couldn't match it.<br/><br/>Boudica was dead, his family was dead, he was a rare survivor, and at this man's whim, he could die too. There was no honor in a death like this, in enemy territory, captured and cowed.<br/><br/>"Yes, dominus," he said, capitulating. His voice was low, for him. "What are your rules?" he prompted, looking back up at Hadrianus.