As afternoon turned into evening, the brothers sat by each other in the baths. They really didn't know what to say about the events earlier that day. They were still trying to reel in the information. "So…she's our Domina?" Duro thought out loud, scratching the side of his head. Agron gave him an incredulous look, "Fucking idiot." he mumbled under this breath. Duro shrugged it off, "It could be worse you know. She could be one of those cold bitches." he muttered. Agron ignored him for the time being, trying to rid himself of the blood and dirt on his aching body. Duro was quiet for a few more seconds before speaking again, "I think the gods smile down on us brother. To have such a woman choose us." he added. This earned a glare from Agron, "The gods smile down on us? Have you lost fucking mind!?" he exclaimed, anger beginning to rise within him. "If the gods favored us we would not fucking be here." he spat. "And she is going to be just like the rest of the Roman scum here. Do not let her deceive you." he commanded of his brother. Duro nodded reluctantly before going back to his bath.
That same evening, Duro's thoughts would not rest. He was intrigued by the woman who claimed him as hers. His Domina. He never had such a thing. He thought his brother wrong, she did not seem like the others they have encountered. Duro sat next to his brother, talking with one of the veterans of the House of Batiatus. "What do you know about that woman who became our Domina?" he asked suddenly. Agron let out an irritated sigh, but said nothing. He was a bit curious himself, but he would never admit to t. The veteran chuckled, "The gods must favor you both, for you to be blessed with such a divine creature as your Domina." he replied. Agron's jaw clenched at his words but still chose to remain silent on the matter. "She is the sister of the wife of Batiatus, though I do not know her reason of living here." the veteran continued. Before they could speak anymore on the subject, Doctore came up to them. "Agron. Duro. You both have been summoned." he informed. The brothers stood up and followed him.
Lucinda sat upon one of the long cushioned chairs, Mira standing next to her. Her sister ran off to be with Ilithyia and her stuck up friends. Though she was invited to join them, she declined. If she was being completely honest with herself, she would say that she disliked Ilithyia and those hags she called friends. Spending the evening with them is not her cup of tea. "Mira, you do not have to stand so stiffly. Come. Sit with me." Lucinda patted the spot next to her on the seat. Mira hesitated for a moment, not sure what she should do. Cautiously, she sat down next to Lucinda, giving her a nervous smile. "You have no reason to be frightened." Lucinda said reassuringly. "I do, however, have a request of you…" "Domina, the gladiators have arrived." one of the guards announced, interrupting Lucinda. Standing up, she smiled down at Mira, "I suppose it would have to wait for another time." she stated as the two brothers stood before her. "Leave us." Lucinda commanded, every slave and guard including Mira left the room, leaving her with the two men.
Lucinda slowly walked up them, her eyes studying them closely. "There is no need to be so guarded. Relax." she said after a moment of silence. The brother's shared a look filled with question and did what they were told. "You." she pointed at Agron. "Are Agron. Are you not?" she questioned. "Yes Domina." he replied. Lucinda did a half smile. "Please. I would not be addressed as such by either of you in private. Call me Lucinda." She replied. Her gaze went to Duro, "You must be Duro then." she reached out to brush her finger tips across his cheek, as if she believed he wasn't real. Duro could help but flinch just slightly, not expecting it. Lucinda immediately took her hand back. "Apologizes." Duro muttered.
"There is no need for such a word." she replied simply, going back to her seat. "I have been told that you both are from lands East of the Rhine. Is that correct Agron?" she asked, head cocked to the side. "Yes Do-Lucinda." Agron corrected himself when speaking. This made Duro chuckle under his breath and resulted in Agron glaring at his younger brother. Lucinda found the situation humorous and suppressed her own giggle. "I must confess, when I saw both both of you upon the sands, I was immediately taken by both of you. I understand now why that was such." Lucinda admitted happily. "Please, sit with me. It would interest me greatly to listen about tales from your homeland." she requested, gesturing to the seats in front of her. Utterly confused, they exchanged a bewildered look before sitting across from her, beginning to tell tales of their home.