Erika's Move

ROME

After he got his mind in order, he stepped out of the tub donning a fresh pair of loose silk breeches in the shade of blue he preferred and a decadent silk robe in the same shade of blue with silver embroidery along the hem and sleeves.

He stepped out of the bathing chamber, shutting the door behind him and walking into his bed chamber proper, staring at the space Erika's belongings used to occupy. He had ordered a long sofa be placed there so he could lounge to read when he had the time for it.

The smooth leather called to him not but he didn’t want to tract water on his lush carpets. He rubbed a small towel through his hair to remove the excess moisture but before he could move to indulge in his favourite pastime, the shape of a person sprawled on his large bed took him off guard.

Who would dare?

Before he could utter a word, the person stood up coming to fall at his feet, hair spilling in a glittering pool that was familiar to him.

"Oh, Rome. Please forgive me." His ex-wife c