7 AD
Rome
The physician, Aulus Nervanus
Hatshepsut finally regained her composure and stood up. Turning to face Decimus she tried to smile but failed. Decimus stood up and took a step closer.
“Madame, what did you mean …”
She lifted a hand up to stop him from asking the question, shaking her head in the process.
“I, I cannot say anything else about it. I must go to my husband’s side and be with him until he recovers. Thank you for being here, Decimus. Thank you for returning our son’s remains to us. Your presence here in our house makes both the general and I feel safer.”
She tried to smile again, her dark brown eyes glancing up into his, and then turned and hurried into the study and sat down on the couch beside her sleeping husband. She took one of the general’s hands in both of h
