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My lips moved as I read aloud slowly, letting each word settle in the room: “Reina shall become Julian’s wife upon her release. No delay, no condition, no clause to void this bond.” I read it twice. Then thrice. No trap lay in the wording. I lifted my gaze and caught Cassius watching me, his eyes dark, a shadow of dislike flickering across his face. He hated that I was cautious. He hated that I was not easy prey. “Good,” I said at last, my tone flat, final. The ink and quill were set before him first. Cassius’s hand trembled slightly as he dipped the feather. His signature came weak and unsteady, black letters stretching thin on the parchment.

I was too busy looking for the right things that I didn't even register Mia speaking to me. "Well!?" "Ok, ok! Sorry, I was looking for what I was thinking of." I responded, before holding up my notebook on a certain page. On this page was something incredibly simple, but damning to understand that Ceáser hadn't died from a punishment whatsoever. Or at least, I thought it would help understand that truth.

His body was bruised and tired from the constant training (The General did not make things easy), but the voices in his head started to fade. Then one day... A letter crossed the borders and entered the King's abode. It was sent straight to Caesar's room, but his son received it. Julius did not intend to temper with the note, but curiosity got the best of him. 'You're not going to let your new father read that, are you? Know what it says first.' The voices returned. 'Quick! Take it before it's too late.' Julius hissed, squinting at the noise in his head. His conscience agreed with the voices, so he tucked the note in his robes just before Caesar came out in his hunting gear.

Renaud stood to my right. Too close for strategy. Close enough for steadiness. He said nothing about it. Good. Julien untied the cloth wrap with careful fingers and began arranging the pages in order. Original birth extract. Amendment order. Ledger note. My mother’s handwritten sheet. The claim annotation. The chamber copy list.

“You haven't read Julius Caesar?” “No,” I admitted. “Mostly because I already know the entire story from history books and, for some reason, never got into it.” “Umm... it's not that great anyway,” He said moving aside. “I mean, compared to his other work, Julius Caesar is kind of plain, and I honestly liked Anthony and Cleopatra more, but you should give it a try. You may like it, who knows.” “I will,” I agreed and we turned into the entrance hall. The moment we walked in, Lucas caught my attention.

"Moreover, I suggest you let everyone in because the questioning process requires someone to take notes, and all the content will eventually be presented to Lycan Erasmus for review." Julius shouted, "No need! Just say what you have to say and get out!" "Julius!" Cassius couldn't help but get angry and reprimanded, "Don't be rude." Julius rolled his eyes and said discontentedly, "Don't be such a coward. What are you afraid of? We've done nothing wrong, so there's nothing to be nervous about." Adelaide looked at Julius, knowing full well. His temper was almost a carbon copy of Publius's.

I leaned back against the headboard and rubbed my face with both hands, “It’s bad.” Jules slid off the bed without a word and walked to my desk, pulling my chair out like she had done this a hundred times before. Which she had. “Laptop,” she said. I pushed it toward her. The document opened on the screen. Red notes from Raphael’s pen were scribbled across the printed pages beside it. Jules leaned forward, chewing on a chip while she read the sentences slowly. Her lips moved slightly as she sounded out the words. I grabbed my phone and took a photo of the report page. The text scanner app pulled the sentences into digital text, then began reading them through my earbuds.

I made my way back to the dining room. Brixtius was sitting in his place, and little Eurydice is running through the opposite doorway. She's starting to feel better from her injury because her energy is returning to full throttle. "Papa! Papa!" She shouts excitedly. "We read about Julius Caesar and Emperor Augustus!" "And what did you learn about these two men?" Brixtius quizzes. "Julius Caesar was beloved by the people and was murdered because of it. But if it weren't for Caesar, Emperor Augustus would never have existed," the girl recites. Damn! That was the most straightforward answer I've ever heard about those two men!

On the paper with a faint fragrance, Caesar's handwriting is elegant and sharp. "My little pig Lola, how have you been recently, is your body okay? Your digestive ability..." Lola skimmed through it in a few moments, all the words were inquiries about her body and recent situation, and only at the end of the letter were intimate words. "Love you, Caesar" Lola rummaged through her things, found some paper under a snack box full of chocolate and "milk" cheese sticks, blew off the dust, spread it out carefully, and started writing seriously.