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A/N: So I was thinking about the idea of the Transylvanians being immortal and only ever able to be killed by 'a beam of pure antimatter'. That made me decide to write a story that takes place in the first century AD about Frank and everyone infiltrating the Ancient Roman Government. He doesn't just resemble Caligula... he is Caligula!

The bitter memory of Caligula and his equally nasty predecessor Tiberius was still fresh in everyone's minds. Rumors about Caligula having not having died – that a double died in his place – still were whispered at private dinner parties. These rumors were not truly unrealistic because nobody had been there – save for the Guard, and they're really quiet about such things – to witness the assassination. Rome being the sort of, it's not impossible for such a thing to occur.

Though this tale isn't just about the government. It's about a perfectly ordinary Roman girl and how she befriended a strange stranger… and how this friendship changed her life.

It was a lovely afternoon in June. A young woman called Pomponia Lollia was sitting in the garden of her family's lovely house. There she was writing a story on some scraps of paper her Father, a consul named Gaius Pomponius Secundus, found for her. The story, of course, wasn't completely original. No, it happened to be based on a play by her uncle Publius Pomponius Secundus that she'd seen earlier that very week.

It is said that a Roman girl must learn to be quite clever if she's to marry into a good family. Though Lollia was too busy daydreaming to think of that. She just enjoyed writing the stories.

Things by Uncle Publius were always very depressing and Lollia felt the need to correct this. It was a flaw in her eyes. No play should be sad, even the tragedies. She told her tutor Drakon this once. Of course he disagreed.

Yet that didn't stop Lollia from rewriting those endings. It cheered her up, entertained her…

So of course she was annoyed when Cia – a Britannic slave captured as a small child in Caesar's 54AD invasion and later sold to the Pomponia family, technically named Boadicia – called her inside.

"Your mother says you mustn't be out here in the sun too long," Cia explained. "It'll ruin your complexion."

Lollia rolled her eyes. "Don't be silly. I'm sitting in the shade!"

"Your mother also said that your father is home from and wants to speak to you."

That was more serious. Lollia's father was a well-liked man named Gaius Pomponius Secundus who was by the time of this tale a praetor. He'd avoided that horrid scandal in 31AD involving that ambitious fiend Sejanus by being on campaign at the time.

He was very lucky in that respect. If it hadn't been for his marriage to Lollia Claudia being planned for 25AD he would've been finished with his mandatory decade of military service by that point.

For some reason Gaius didn't usually speak directly to his own daughter (Lollia). Instead he let the servants or his wife talk to the girl. It was probably because he was too busy with his work.

So this most likely meant trouble.

Rather nervously, Lollia set her story and pen down on the bench she'd been sitting on. Then she walked right into the house. Because of the building's floorplan, this meant she ended up in a hallway. This hallway led right into the Atrium.

There here Father stood looking rather worried. Another person – a woman, judging by clothes – stood nearby. The person was apparently hiding in the shadows cast by the many expensive statues Claudia had decorated the room with. Not that it really worked…

Gaius smiled, though nervously. "Lollia, my dear, this here is Laurentia. I need you to take her up your bedroom for a while. Read her one of your stories or something."

"Father, why-"

He shook a finger at her. "Don't ask questions! I must go back to work now, before people notice I'm away."

Then, he left the room (and the house). After the two young women had stood there in silence for a moment, Lollia decided to say something:

"So, Laurentia-"

"Don't call me that, please," the girl said softly. "I never use that name, haven't in years. Call me Flora."

"Oh," Lollia said, not sure what else to say. "My name is Lollia."

Laurentia – or, as she shall be now referred to as, Flora – laughed. "I figured that one out myself."

Again, there was silence. Neither of them knew much about the other. Flora still stood in the shadows so Lollia could hardly see her. It was strange to the both of them. Now, Lollia knew that scandals happened far too often in Rome. There were specific rules about it all. If a wife committed adultery an honor-suicide might have to happen. When one betrayed their country and is to be executed, walking into one's sword is a better option than just letting them hang you! Rome was a very political city, a very dangerous city.

Hiding things in one's house – especially living things – wasn't a good sign. It meant something bad was going on. Lollia really needed to ask Flora what was going on. Though probably somewhere private where no slaves could overhear.

"Flora? Why don't we go up my room, like my Father said."

Luckily, Flora didn't seem too bothered by this. She followed Lollia out of the room and up the stairs without a word. It made her look like she was used to doing as she was told. Her obedient reaction to orders given was instinctual, like a well-trained slave!

This shocked Lollia because Flora looked like any old Roman citizen. She hadn't realized it until Flora had stepped into the light, yet now it was so very obvious.

Lollia knew that Romans don't behave like that. No, only fools taken from their grubby huts in Germania should behave that way. Romans weren't ordered around, they ordered other people around.

Of course, asking Flora to go to Lollia's room wasn't much of an order. Lollia hoped that this odd girl wouldn't behave like this all the time.

When they reached the room Lollia entered first. It was her room after all. The brief look of confusion upon Flora's face made things even odder to Lollia. She kept herself from saying anything through.

"Flora?" Lollia said

"Hmm?" the girl replied

"Can you explain everything? Why you're here, who you are...?"

She nodded. "Yeah. I'd better start from the way beggining. I have a feeling you won't believe a word of the second half. Well, it started a few years ago...

"I was 17 years old. Then I still lived with my parents, of course. Father was a baker and Mother was a midwife. Even though we were working class. Then I met Tita Annia. She was a highly attractive young woman of 19 years. As the child of a slave girl called Adelina and a nobleman named Riff Raff Vitus Flavius she was a bit of a rebel. For some reason she wasn't a slave. Though she did work for her father - as a cook. Since I was the nearby baker's daughter I often delivered bread to that house. It was then that Annia took a liking to me.

"The first time I properly spoke to her - that is, about something that wasn't business - it was about her Father. She told me about her family, I spoke of mine. Far too soon I took a liking to her. Once I'd explained how I felt, she wasn't pleased. So I ran away, wandering both city and countryside. After about a year of that I met a man named Gaius. He flirted, joked. Something about him was just so... charming. After he took me to the games and lunch he brought me to the palace. It turns out that the man I'd met was Imperator Caligula."

"Ye Gods... you knew him?" Lollia gasped.

"Pardon my Greek, but I fucked him," Flora replied. "I think that's enough story for now."

Lollia heartily agreed.

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