—🦂𝓜𝔂𝓻𝓲𝓪𝓱-𝓘𝓼𝓪𝓫𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓪 𝓢𝓬𝓸𝓻𝓿𝓪𝓷𝓮.

+ customary Roman greeting. His hand tenderly traced the curve of her cheekbone, a gesture of respect. ❝I am hopeful you are 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍, my friend?.❞

⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀Forgive Rome, Rome must be busy to function. ——

⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀❝My 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 friend, Myriah —— .❞ He spoke with a voice, radiating with warmth and sharpness. Midnight ocean eyes flickered in her direction, steps approaching with a hand towards her. ❝Come, allow me to greet you traditionally.❞

⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀The Roman dictator has officially arrived.⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀

she has burst like the music of angels && the light of the sun.

⠀the ⠀arrogance ⠀of ⠀men ⠀is ⠀thinking ⠀nature ⠀is ⠀in ⠀𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 ⠀controlˏ ⠀and ⠀not ⠀the ⠀other ⠀way ⠀around.

⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀Survived the Ides of March, thanks to the Gods.