Post by Deleted on Jun 15, 2017 18:20:30 GMT
❀Laeta ❀
Laeta brushed back her daughter's hair, smiling down at her. Her time with Spartacus had left her many things, the best one was her daughter, Aurora. Standing, she left her daughter to sleep, as she walked out into the main room of her small home. Once she had an entire city at her feet, and now she lived in a small home on a farm that was ran mostly by her late lover's best friend. Agron had saw everyone over the mountain eight years ago, and once they were safe . . . everyone went their own way. Everyone except for a few, who now lived in short distance from each other on this farm.
"Finally she sleeps," Laeta told Agron, who had stayed for supper tonight, rather then going to his own home. As she passed him, her hand touched his shoulder, "Thank you." She told him n a heartfelt tone, "for telling her of her father, and of his goods deeds." They had told the girl that her father was a Thracian warrior, but not that he had fought the whole of the Roman empire. Not yet. Maybe not ever.
Moving to sit across from him at the table, she continued, "It warms heart that you are here to aid her." He had surprised her, stepping up to help with his fallen brother's child. After a few years she had even began thinking of him as helping her for her, rather then for his friend. She smiled over at him, "I know there once was a time you would have taken pleasure at my suffering," she teased, "but I have not felt that of you in many years."
