Hi Guys! Nice to meet you all! I'm Diana and this is my first story. Hope you guys like it! I'd love to read your thoughts and comments so, go with it! English is not my first language, so if you find any grammar mistakes and awful errors, pleace tell me!

Have a good time reading! I'm writing this story day by day and I'd love suggestion because I don't know its destiny and we could write it together ;)

-Love, Diana

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The red-haired woman was pacing the bedroom floor, back and forth, rubbing her hands as if she wanted to clean them from some ugly stain. By looking at her whole frame, you could tell that she was terribly upset. Her eyes were heavy with tears she was not ready to shed yet.

"You killed a child! You killed a child!" She finally cried out, angrily looking at her husband. One, single tear running down her cheek. She had never thought he could be able to perform such a horrible deed, especially thinking about how much he longed for that heir the gods didn't seem eager to give them.

He turned around, heading for the balcony. He rested his hands on the wooden balustrade, pensively observing his now lifeless ludus. "No big deal. He would have grown up to be an asshole like his father before him. And, technically…It was not me who killed the child. Barca did." he cynically replied, slightly turning to meet Lucretia's eyes, smirking.

"Quintus!" she gazed at him like if she had never seen him before, her incredulous eyes wandering all over his tall figure, as if trying to detect something wrong in him "…have you lost your mind? That was a child! A child cannot be blamed for…"

He quickly reached for Lucretia, putting his index finger on her lips, preventing her from speaking: "My lovely wife…let's not speak of it." His lips replaced his finger and, kissing her feverishly he encircled her waist with his arm, pulling her closer to him "Come. Let's go to bed. We both need to rest. It will be a wonderful day tomorrow: a new cargo of slaves will be dropped here" She looked at him with a suspicious glare, still shocked from the events of the night. "Before you ask, let's say it's a well-appreciated gift from an old friend".

He laid her on the soft bed, kissed her goodnight and snuggled himself in her arms.