“He is the only son of a plebeian. But look at his face, so delicate, so elegant, such a beauty. But look closer! Do you see what I see? He looks like… the late Empress!”
Sabinus, in his budding seventeen, carefully place the pots on the ground while waiting for the fresh water from the fountain. His face was rather clear compared to his peers. His lashes were lushly decorating his bright emerald eyes. A beauty none other women could easily match.
He carried the heavy large pot of water to his home, on the outskirts of the bustling roman city. Filling it to the animal water trench. He needed not to do that. Could be easier to retrieve river water instead. But he had his own way of doing things. An excuse for loitering around at the city plaza, hearing all the gossips and chit chats of t
