017: Peach
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The delegate was hardly holding Atem's attention anymore. Before the conversation even began with the delegates from Rome, his gaze had drifted over to the young man that was there holding some of the gifts that the Roman had brought for a peace offering with their village. The basket was filled to the brim with fruits such as grapes and peaches.
"Do we have an agreement?"
"Hm?" Atem's attention soon drifted back over to the delegate. "Oh, well, I would say that we do have an agreement as long as you leave the boy and the fruit."
The delegate seemed a bit surprised but nodded his head as he bowed. "As you wish my lord."
The fruit would have been enticing on its own but the boy holding the fruit made it even more so.
