<div style="text-align:justify">It seemed as if the worries of the world and weight of heavens were lifted sooner than a single grain of sand could fall through hourglass. Tension and malicious thoughts were replaced by those of simple joy of someone whom Lucius held in highest regard. Bright smile emerged on his lips as he felt her warmth and voice, so innocent and gentle. She was always curious little devil and he always sated her curiosity in one way or another. Never before was a girl born in Rome who would have anything that she desired. Slave, horse, jewelry of gold and silver, finest silk from lands far away beyond horizon. Even estate would not be denied, constructed from finest white marble and statues carved by most skillful of hands... all she ever needed to do is ask.​</div><br/><div style="text-align:justify">Lucius leaned down and placed a soft kiss upon his daughter's forehead, just to confirm his unwavering affection. "Just some finishing touches on temple." He answered. It was not a trivial thing, despite his appearance before his peers at Senate. Amount was substantial, nothing that would burn a hole through Lucius' purse but not something he was keen on giving so freely. He wished not to put Lucia in state of worry "I want you to remember something, my little flower." He made a small pause and placed arm over her shoulder, hand lightly cupped her shoulder as he led her further into estate "The world is often pushed by people who always need something from someone else. To get it, they will not fret to reach for even the most dire of means." Lucius maintained his smile, speaking words as vaguely as possible as he knew that this lesson cannot be applied for just one situation. It was to be a philosophy to guide through life in Rome "When it comes a time for you to deal with such people, trick is to always be object of jealousy and more importantly... to make them understand that you, my little rose, are irreplaceable."​</div><br/><div style="text-align:justify">It was a philosophy he himself practiced, often. Rome needed ambitious people, daring and vicious and Lucius was all of the mentioned and much more. But, even he had those who cannot be replaced by any means... and she was standing right next to him. To protect her, to make her not be object of bargain and ultimatums, he went to great lengths, showing face that he'd never dare show before Lucia... it was a bloodied face, cold, filled with silent ire. Merciless. He never told her that when she was but seven winters old, there was a man who dared to mention her in threat aimed at Lucius. He never told her that man's guards were slaughtered and he himself was dragged into Rome's sewers.... He will never tell Lucia, how he stared into man, tied onto chair with rancid cloth stuffed into mouth, trying to scream and failing... how could he? How could he scream with long slice under his neck, drowning in his own blood with Lucius standing before him. Woe be to all who dare let a single tear fall down her cheek.​</div><br/><div style="text-align:justify">"A game?" He changed tone. It was elated, curious. "Well, I do not see why not? Perhaps this time I can win hm?" A soft chuckle escaped as he led her into main hall. Servants were always busy maintaining it, always busy making sure there is not a speck of dust left on the smooth marble surfaces "How about we see this man first? It would be rude to leave him waiting for so long." Truth be told, he was not bothered by it. Not one bit. This man, whoever he is, was not the first and won't be the last coming with such proposition... but then again, not every man is same... and he would sleep more soundly knowing that Lucia is protected, with life if needed.​</div><br/><div style="text-align:justify">"Cassus!" Lucius bellowed as he sat down on wooden couch with cushion on top "Must my throat remain dry all day?! Bring wine for me and my daughter." Small table before always had fruit on it, fresh, handpicked by servants from only finest of stock available at markets. For guests, dear and unwanted, Lucius always presented the splendor of his house and wealth that stood behind him. This will not be an exception. ​</div>