I was asked for a historical AU and wihout more wishes I made something more summerising

Maybe some of you now I study ancient history so this time, most people don't really know about seemed fitting

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Tyrion observed the servants sprinkling the olive trees with wine, his eyes then wandering to the mare iternum. He could see the mare tyrrhenum from his villa in Campania, it was beautiful. He lolled in his couch and put the papyrus scroll with the work of the Greek Thucydides aside, enough arrogant Greeks for one day.

Tyrion took a Kylix filled with wine from a servant aside from him and enjoyed the view when he saw Sansa strolling towards him. Tyrion couldn't avoid to marvel her beauty, in her light, blue, greek peplos matching the sea and her eyes. Her auburn hair was braided after the newest mode and she smiled.

She was beautiful, a perfect, young, wife and yet she was married to him, the malformed dwarf, the former Aedile who would most likely never reach higher, even after the great games he had hosted, outshining his co-Aedile. But the people still seemed not to like him enough to elect him further.

After Sulla had taken Rome and renewed the res publica, Sansa's family had gotten up in the maelstrom of his proscription. Even if her father never had been one of Cinna' followers or supporters he had somehow made enough enemies to find his name on one of the lists one day.

Tyrion's father on the other hand, the so all great consularis had joined Sulla the day he had arrived in Brundisium at the beginning of the war, together with enough men for half a Legion. And even now, after Sulla was dead, he hadn't lost his influence in the Senate. So when his father had searched a wife out of a patrician house for him he found her. Their marriage secured the surviving of the rest of her disenfranchised family. Excluding her brother who fought with Sertorius in Hispania.

"You look stunning my love." Tyrion greeted her with a smile when she arrived and sat down beside him on the couch, waving the servant away.

"From your brother." She said smiling back and handed him a letter after kissing him on his forehead. Tyrion took the wax board when she summarised: "He wants you back in Rome, apparently he needs your help with his speeches again."

Of course, Jaime had never been a good rhetoric student, but Tyrion was. His speeches had made Jaime Praetor and now after he returned from Hispania, where he ironically fought Sertorius, their father expected him to become Consul. Jaime just reached the new minimum age to take the white toga for the election.

"I don't want to go just now." Tyrion leaned against Sansa, letting her lay her arm round him. "We have summer, no one will be in the city." Yes, during the summer death came to the city and all members of the nobility left to one of their villas. "But more important, in Rome we can't be alone."

He looked up to Sansa, and kissed her, breathing in her scent mixing with the scent of wine from the gardens.

"He is your brother, you should help him." Sansa smiled in his mouth, backing away and let her gaze wander, deep in thoughts. "Do it"

"As you wish." Tyrion replied, listening to her even if its hurt to give up their solitude for the overcrowded streets of Rome. Both gazed out to the sea, leaning against each other. "But not today."

They spend the rest of the afternoon sitting together in the garden, wrapped in each other.

I know, a bit latin, but still, please review