She's beautiful. Her hair like black silk. Eyes like coal that will cleanse the wasteland with purifying holy fire. Her skin like sand in a storm, scratching the profligate flesh away to reveal the life of a true soldier. Her body is a temple. I shouldn't even look at it, but I can't tear my eyes away. At this very moment, I would rather be flogged than take my eyes of this lovely creature.
By the Gods, I must have her!
She goes by the name Sennia, but I would have given her a more suiting name such as Venus. The goddess of divine beauty.
"Vulpes, keep your tongue in your mouth. You drool like Lupa when you see that slave." Lucius groaned, minor distaste in the word "slave."
"I was just making sure she didn't do anything out of line. I don't like disorder."
"You're not fooling anyone this time, we all know how you feel about that... woman."
"Her name... it's not 'woman'. It's 'Sennia'." I spit out.
It's true, I was smitten. This woman doesn't even know me but I have this disturbing infatuation with her. She must think I'm some dissolute filth for staring at her the way I do.
I've never felt this way about anyone. I never thought I'd feel it for a slave of all people. They're broken, weak. They don't have any integrity, always crying. It gets very annoying when you try to just show them what to do and they jump like they're going to run. Hopefully they would be smarter than that.
Usually, I only bedded women for information. Women could be so chatty if just the slightest bit of attention is shown towards them. What kind of woman is that, who's confidence and pride is practically a broken plate on the floor.
Sennia was not that at all. She was different from the other slaves. She held her head up, she never cried for mercy, and she never let the Legion break her. What is she?
"I'll call her whatever the hell I want, she's a slave. She should be glad she even has a name."
I couldn't deny that she was luckier than most slaves. Usually, only the most useful slaves got a name from the Legion. I wonder what her name was before she was a slave. And why she even got a name.
I left the tent in hopes of being able to talk to her. Anything to make her notice me. I could fight in the arena, I never lose and she'd see me kill someone. Isn't that the best way to a woman's heart? I just need some faceless legionary that's eager to impress Caesar.
That's it. I'll fight in the arena in the next fight. Hopefully, it would be soon.
I must get her attention.