In Rome, neither Olanus nor Alicaria have really gotten over the tragedy, nor were they satisfied with the outcome. But spring has sprung and nice weather still helped lifting their spirits. Wonderful weather also meant more vigor, and war. There was much to conquer on the Northern, Western and Eastern fronts. After a calm winter, Augustus was getting restless as he didn’t trust the peace that had set, as he knew that no conquered nation would just accept it. That and the fact that he had yet to best those that had come before him. His targets were the Hispenic peninsula to the west, to the North and North-West the Gauls, and to the East the Dacians. Since they knew war all too well, being at peace for this long, turned into more than just bloodlust, it felt like proper lust, longing for those thrills, like lusting over the thrills of a past lover.
As the days were passing she stopped visiting the courts and the soldiers, giving up on whoring around. She started taking care of herself, cleaning up nicely now with a kept hair and clean clothing. Olanus kept trying to apologize to her about what he had done, she simply couldn’t, but she needed him and he needed her. They decided to trade favors. He teaching her to fight and defend herself and him to protect her and be by her side. And so, Alicaria had moved in with Olanus, each sleeping in their individual beds in the same room. She cooked for him when he’d go to the courts and he had a small sword made for a lady her stature with which she could defend herself if ever needed. She’d clean his armor, he’d teach her how to punch and kick, she’d clean the house, he’d teach her where to stab in order to kill or subdue an enemy.
Days passing, she was quick to learn and what a fighter she turned out to be. In a matter of a few days she mastered the dagger and throwing knives. Olanus was impressed to see a woman do all these things, yet he knew very well what she was capable of. There was one type of combat she was lacking in, no matter what. Every single time he grasped her arms, she just fell to her knees. Every time she was on her knees, his body just couldn’t her itself and get erect. And from pure instinct she always opened her taking his rod in her mouth. Every time he tried to grasp her by the waste, she’d wrap her legs around him, she’d always get wet and the wrestling lessons would turn into dirty, hot and passionate lovemaking.
After a few weeks, on a dark early morning, Olanus got woken up by some soldiers telling him about the fact that he’d been called to the court in an emergency meeting set up by Augustus himself, after he got news about what happened in Greece.
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