The wind was unruly, moving like a rebellious child, throwing stuff down as the rain was hitting Rome from all sides. The grey of the skies, only seemed to have forced the cold into the bones of the people and the soldiers of the Capital. Yet, it didn’t matter, preparations were well under way, with Caesar himself overlooking the process. Angry, frustrated and disappointed in the lack of urgency, he insisted that they should hurry. In all that, there was a fear behind his eyes, thinking that this would spread in other corners of his empire. He didn’t wish his triumphs and efforts crumble and history to remember him as the one that brought down the Roman Empire. Something else that was worrying him was the fact that Olanus was nowhere to be found in this crucial time.

On the other side of the Capital, Alicaria was begging Olanus to take her with him. She couldn’t stand the loneliness and emptiness of her home anymore. He kept refusing her, she kept insisting, a cycle that wouldn’t break due to her persistence and insistence. She begged, wept, sexed and begged again, trying whatever she had in her arsenal to convince him to let her go with him. Seeing this, she started to get frustrated. She had to try one last thing. Something she hadn’t done yet to him. Not that she had done that to anyone, if there was one thing she always kept to, was this. Seeing him getting ready to leave, she stood up, crept up to him, and engulfed him with her limbs. Telling him that there’s one thing she had never told him. And that was the truth about who Juliusegos’s father was.

Olanus, nothing but shocked, he had thought that he knew who the father was, because she had told him years ago that it had been a merchant that traveled through the empire. Someone she loved and traveled with, until his untimely death after he was hit in the head with a rock that had fallen from a building in Rome. How could she have lied to him? How could she imply that he was the father? She never lied, so why would she lied about this? These are just some of the things he was thinking at the moment, as he was trying to make sense of what was happening. Nothing made sense, he was a mess.

She started telling him the story. In fact the merchant was his father, and while he did make her into what she had become, by lending her to others. He was her first love, because what daughter doesn’t love her father, as he taught her how to do her job and how things worked. Olanus was the first man, besides her old man, that she loved. She still remembers how he had come in the brothel the first time, just a young tall and handsome man, with his cock erect, she fell instantly for him. And all those times that they had sex, he was the only one besides her daddy, that she let it all inside. And besides them, no one else. The fact that the merchant had died, her father, was still true, thus, the baby could have only been his. Shocked, he remained…

And so…

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