While Augustus's residence wasn't especially grand, it was still large and wide enough to hold more than a hundred guests just in the open-sky atrium and the large banquet hall, and past the slender pillars that sectioned off the smaller alcove-type spaces, there were dozens more eagerly waiting and craning their necks to see the to-be-newlyweds. Marcellus tried not just once, but two more times to hold her hand on the way there, and with so many eyes on her, she couldn't give him her hand the way she actually wanted to, which would be around his neck, throttling him and shaking him back and forth hard enough to set his tongue rattling inside that thick, cave wall skull of his.
Not an option, sadly. She couldn't afford to be sent away from Rome to 'cool her head' in unofficial
