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but I'm always ready for a replay," and left for the corridor. Julio Cesar laughed amidst his pain thinking - you're in for a big surprise wolf. The day dawned cloudy, he couldn't see an inch in front of his nose, so to speak. Julio Cesar fully recovered - at least for the outside - was walking towards the cemetery, in other words, towards Soraia's grave. Sheila stirred and stirred in her nightmare, and the closer the evil was to the coffin, the more restless she became. The same happened to Augusto, his bare chest was soaked with sweat, his eyelids trembled, and his unconscious hands clutched the sheet. Julius Caesar stood in front of the tomb and took from the pocket of his black blazer a

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.

William Shakespeare's Julius Caesar, in Act II, Scene 2. That was not the case with the valiant Field Marshal that day. He had died many times since he slapped a junior soldier - the act that he had done severally and it will pass without much ado. They were helplessly waiting for the arrival of the Head of State without hope and watching the television when he dozed off and began to snore. The minister was embarrassed and looked around to see the reactions of the people around. He tapped his shoulder to wake him up. He soliloquy and woke up immediately.

"Game? Revenge, sweet as fresh kill. Julius took everything from me once. Now I take his heart, beating or broken." I jerked back, chains dragging against my wrists. "Touch me again, and I'll rip your throat out myself." His smile widened, fangs glinting. "Feisty. Like her." He pulled a crumpled parchment from his coat, yellowed and soot-streaked, thrusting it under my nose. Ink blurred names, Teja's among them, but Julius's scrawl leaped out: Burn this. No traces. My vision swam. "This... this can't…"

“That’s just a little punishment. Break the next rule, and it will be worse.” “I’m sorry,” Julian whispered, his throat tight with unshed tears. “Prove it. Kneel.” The command was absolute. Julian slid from the desk onto his knees, head bowed, hot tears finally spilling over and tracing paths down his cheeks. Caesar used a single finger to tilt his chin up, forcing Julian to meet his gaze. Those dark eyes searched his soul, seeing every shameful, conflicted emotion. Without another word, Caesar turned and walked out, leaving Julian alone on the floor to drown in his own confusion and tears.

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.

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.

– Julius, how can you handle this? Julius laughs. He picks up his son and gets up. - I confess that I don't even hear it. Happiness made me deaf. Baltazar laughs at his mate's frustrated face. - I was looking for you. – he says to Julius. - My? What's up? – he asks, passing Ricky to Romeo. - Read this. Baltazar passes Julius the sheet he had printed, and he starts reading. He looks up at Baltazar, surprised. - What is it? – Romeo asks.

I smiled and nodded. "Okay, I'm feeling pumped! Let's do this!" Roy grinned. "Thats the spirit. Now, pick a play so we can start practicing." I nodded, my eyes returning to the book. I flipped through the pages, inspecting each play carefully. I flipped the page again, and my eyes landed on it. "This," I said, jabbing a finger to the paper. Roy looked at the book and his eyes brightened. "Romeo and Juliet? That's a good choice."

We stilled, offering only a momentary glance to one another. “Oh, come now,” Caesar said. “It’s not as if I poisoned it. That would be a terribly boring way to end things, don’t you think?” My jaw set tight. “I’m not here to drink.” Caesar’s gaze lifted to Councilman Reuben—the very one possession over Valerie’s ill-fated friend, and who now sat closest to me at the table. He bowed to Caesar and rose, drawing a parchment roll from his jacket. He laid it across the table, clearing out wine glasses and plates and platters of food from its direct path. “This is the treaty the council wishes for you to sign.”