Ajax, a former gladiator and Roxanna's chief guard, was posted outside the heavy gate that accessed the small alley behind the property. He saw the senator approaching in the late twilight of the summer evening and opened the gate to admit him. Felicity, Roxanna's youngest servant, was waiting in the rear yard. She greeted the senator and showed him inside t...
Nathan Bedford Buchanan had never met his paternal grandfather. For the most part, he wished he never met his maternal grandfather either. His rich and powerful grandfather on his mother's side had insisted he be named Nathan Bedford as a fuck you to his father's family. Nathan was the product of a one time hook up with a Mexican athlete married to a black w...
"Good evening, Senator," Felicity greeted him in the rear yard. Caesar bathed the lovely young slave with his most charming smile. "Bedchamber?" Felicity raised her eyes to his face only long enough to be captivated by his good looks and friendly face. "Yes, Senator." He dashed around her and disappeared through the rear door almost before Felicity realiz...
Roxanna reclined upon her bed, a partially unfurled scroll held precariously in one hand. Her other hand had fallen to her side and the opened portion of the scroll rested upon her body. She had fallen asleep while reading. Felicity had escorted Caesar to the doorway but had not stepped inside and was unaware of her mistress' vulnerable state. Caesar smile...
Disclaimer: Gabrielle, Julius Caesar, Xena, etc do not belong to me. They belong to Rob Tapert and Renaissance Pictures. I'm just borrowing them and I'll gladly return Gabrielle and Xena. Caesar's mine =). I'm also a bit rusty on my Roman history so please excuse me if I make up some things. By the way, The Ides of March never happened. Summary: Gabrielle...
Author's Note: The following chapter in this story is entirely the product of this author's imagination. The views of the characters do not necessarily represent the views of the author or any other person. Be warned that sensitive readers will find some scenes extremely offensive. * The beginning of the end for Peter Marquis started in the home of Fidelis...
Roxanna was seated on the cushioned bench at the foot of her bed when Caesar entered. The sight of her stopped him in his tracks and, when she slowly rose and faced him, he did not even try to conceal his astonishment. Roxanna's great wealth of natural beauty did not require any additional adornment to draw the eye. She had never worn any jewelry or cosmeti...
Caesar stepped into the expansive peristyle garden of Marcus Crassus, one of the last to arrive at the symposium. He estimated the number of guests at thirty. Crassus was infamous for his over-the-top entertainments, which was likely Roxanna's reason for having chosen this event for Caesar's 'official debut.' He had been under Roxanna's tutelage for just ove...
"Mistress, your guest has just arrived and waits in the study," the young nymph-like slave whispered, her eyes lowered in deference. Roxanna rose from the dining couch smiling down at the two men she had been entertaining. "You must excuse me, gentlemen; there is some minor crisis in the kitchen." She turned to the young slave with a smile, "Felicity, fetch...
Roxanna stood outside the Temple of Venus, waiting for her eyes to adjust to the bright sunlight. She had left her offering and said her prayers as she had done every market interval since her arrival in the city. She was dressed in a deep blue chiton. A strophium of the same material and color was tied beneath her breasts and a matching belt emphasized her...