Sorry these chapters have been so short! I promise that the next few will be longer!
As the night went on, the tension in the air seemed to be lifted, well at least with Duro and Lucinda. Both of them spoke as if old friends, laughing and making jest. Agron sat with his arms crossed over his chest, watching the exchange between the two of them. He made little effort in the conversation, only offering a few words here and there. He did not trust the Roman woman and felt that his brother would be better off closing his mouth. His gaze was fixed on her, staring at her intently. Lucinda ignored his eyes, but was quite aware of his glares.
"Why is it that you're living here Lucinda?" Duro asked. Lucinda's smile fell and she pressed her lips together in a firm line, not sure what she should answer. Seeing the expression on her face, Agron turned to his brother, "Hold fucking tongue." he spat. He was worried that Lucinda would have him punished for asking such a personal question that obviously bothered her. Duro didn't understand what it was that he did. He arched an eyebrow but muttered "Apologizes" under his breath. Lucinda shook her head, "No. It is alright." she stated, looking up at the men in front of her. "Perhaps the subject would be addressed in the future." was all she said until she let out a small yawn.
"Apologizes. I was not made aware of the hour." she said as she finally realized just late it probably was. She stood up, the brother's mirroring her action as well. "I enjoyed hearing your stories. Perhaps we can talk again soon." she said, giving the brothers a half smile. A guard came into the room, "Please see them back to their quarters." she said the guard. Duro and Agron nodded in her direction and left without another word.
The brothers settled in their cell for the night, the silence tense between the both of them. Agron, who was laying on his back, looked up at the ceiling. The events of the day were running through his mind. Duro turned on his side to face his brother, "You spoke very little." he whispered. Agron shrugged a bit as a response. "She treats us with kindness and you stare at her like you want her dead. I do not understand." the younger said, his eyebrows furrowed together. Agron turned his attention to him, "She is not to be trusted." he said simply. Duro rolled his eyes, not impressed with his answer. "Lucinda is different. I'm sure of it. Trust me brother." Duro expressed, his eyes pleading. Agron turned away from him, his gaze going back to the ceiling above them. "No one can be trusted." he muttered.
Sleep did not come for Lucinda, her mind traveled endlessly. She thought of the stories Duro told her, smiling a bit at his warm recollections of his homelands. However, she shuddered a bit when the memory of Agron's gaze. If looks could kill, that would be it. She knew in the back of her mind that he already did not like her because she was Roman. That she was related to "evil" or at least how he perceived it. Lucinda didn't blame him, she felt pity for him and his brother. It wasn't fair how they were taken from such a lovely place and were now forced to fight for their lives as gladiators. She let out a sad sign, closing her eyes and hoping sleep would come and rest her mind.