Esca wrapped his arms around himself as he leaned against the wooden frame of the door, where was Marcus? Surely his business in town should be finished by now, it was just a matter of buying and selling cattle and any necessary tools for the farm nothing major … so why was it taking so long.
Almost a week had passed since Esca had watched his dark haired lover set out and still there was no sign of him. Forced to wait alone and bored at the farm certainly didn't help the Briton deal with Marcus's absence, by the Gods how he missed him, his whole body yearned for his touch and his heart ached at waking up in a cold empty bed.
A light breeze blew against Esca's face refreshing him some what, the cool breeze was welcome as he stood under the light of the midday sun. A whinny carried by the wind caught his attention and using one hand to shield his eyes from the brightness of the light Esca strode away from the confines of his house as he tried to make out who it was that approached.
Slowly the small dots on the horizon began to take shape and Esca couldn't help but release a frustrated sigh as he realised that it was not Marcus but instead a figure robed in white escorted by two Roman guards.
An official visitor by the looks of it … well they'd be disappointed seen as Marcus wasn't home, but Esca's disappointment wasn't over yet, the closer the figures got the more he could see. A flush of anger swept through him as the former recognised the rapidly approaching stranger as no other than the spoilt Placidus.