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"It is something Marcus used to say. He even wrote it in a book he published. I think it was called 'Meditations'. Now answer my question." Ray nodded and didn't say anything else. He didn't know why his master was suddenly talking about these people. He was sure that it had something to do with the screening spell earlier. If he wasn't wrong, the spell had caused his master to relive those moments when he was with these people. So in other words, they had this stranger to thank for his master's strange state. He was also just going to breeze past his master's eagerness to receive his reply when the old man hadn't even answered his question. However he knew they were getting there.

Demetrius smiled and replied, "You are not the first to grapple with such a challenge, my dear Alcides. Let me tell you about the philosopher king, Marcus Aurelius, who, while leading the Roman Empire, wrote a series of personal writings now known as 'Meditations.' He balanced the responsibilities of leadership with the pursuit of wisdom, showing that both paths can coexist." Alcides was intrigued and asked, "But how can I apply this to my own life, Demetrius?" Demetrius leaned forward, his eyes filled with wisdom. "You must recognize that your life as a gladiator can be a training ground for your mind as well. Observe the strategies and tactics used by your fellow fighters. Learn from their

She expressed a sigh of relief as she quickly opened the door wide to let him. "WASTE NO MORE TIME ARGUING ABOUT WHAT A GOOD MAN SHOULD BE, BE ONE." Marcus Aurelius,

Glancing back to the photo, I gasped, “You’re Marcus Aurelius? No, no, no, it can’t be him.” I refused to believe that the Blood Eagle King was Marcus Aurelius. I read so much about him. He was the last great ruler when Rome was in its Golden Age. I went to the bookshelf on my left. The books were mostly about Romans. There were different ones like Sun Tzu’s Art of War and Machiavelli’s The Prince. There was also a book, Meditations, written by Marcus Aurelius himself. “I could really use your wisdom for my crappy life.”

“We will correct this. Together. You will feel the weight of our attention fully.” Aurelius pressed to my other side, warmth brushing my shoulder and side, his body heat searing against my oversensitive skin. “You will endure. You will respond. You will be aware of every claim, every motion, every pulse.” Cassian’s hand pressed steady, grounding. “Observe. Respond. Endure. That is obedience. That is claim. That is your purpose under their attention.”

I wipe out the tears, as I stood up and layed on the bed. Clutching the phone tightly as if it will make me feel more close to Aiden, I close my eyes, my mind taking me back to places where I feel most at peace. There are certain mediation techniques, which I read in a book to calm the mind, it says to go back to the places where we feel most at peace whether it is to go back to certain sceneries in the mind like the night at a beach or spendig time in the mountians anywhere, whether it be a place or a person, go back so I do.

I picked up the book but the words blurred after two pages. My body was too lazy and turned on to focus. My eyes grew heavy, the warmth making everything feel loose and heavy and I drifted off into a light doze my bare tits rising and falling with each slow breath my nipples still stiff and shiny from the lotion. I don’t know how long I was out but the next sound that cut through the quiet was the low slow creak of the shared fence gate opening. My eyes snapped open. Marcus stood there shirtless, his work jeans hanging low on his hips showing the deep lines of his abs and that trail of hair disappearing into his waistband.