IMPORTANT NOTE: I UPDATED CHAPTER 4. NOW THERE IS NO KISS, AND IT'S MORE OF KIND OF A FILLER. I SUGGEST YOU READ IT AGAIN. ONLY THE FIRST FOUR PARAGRAPHS ARE THE SAME.


Reyna woke up to a loud knock on her door. She found herself laying on the couch, the dogs curled next to her and a blanket set over her. She didn't remember much from the other night but she could see that a half empty cup of hot chocolate lay on the coffee table.

She patted the dogs and climbed over them throwing the blanket on the arm of the chair. She seemed to still be dressed in her clothes from yesterday and was ready for the day. Though today, she was thinking was a good day to change her style.

She shuffled over to the door and stifled a yawn as the knock repeated and then she flung the door open to find Octavian who was smirking evilly.

"Praetor." He addressed her and she nodded her head sliding back to the table to drink the cold hot chocolate so that she could keep her mouth shut. Why was he here?

Octavian let himself in and snapped the door shut behind him. "I take it you slept in. And you haven't heard the news?" He said looking accusingly at her knotted and messy bun that was slowly slipping out.

"News? No, I have not. What would this news be then?" She asked politely once she had taken a sip. She could tell he was excited about something, and also angry in some way.

He strolled over to the bar and looked through the papers she had finished the night before, disregarding the brown, liquid stains on them. Then he straightened them and pulled them close to him, probably taking them to the others. "Yes. Quite tragic indeed. The Greek warship seems to have been trashed the other night."

She almost dropped her drink when he said that. "Trashed? Do you mean vandalism?"

He nodded slightly. "Yes, both are the same. We had a talk at the town hall. Unfortunately, it seems the Greeks have had a bad influence on our people."

Reyna coughed and corrected him quietly. "My people actually." Then continued in a regular, innocent voice. "A bad influence on the Romans then? And why did you come to that decision without me?"

"Jason was there." Oct said. "He had agreed with the rest of us. You are no longer fit to be a praetor."

She set her cup down on the table not with a 'tap' but rather with a loud 'thump'. "Oh really? And who do you suspect would be fit to take my place? It is not my fault for the destruction of a Greek ship."

"But you are responsible for your people." He accused her.

Your, now he says it. It's not our people anymore. "Oh I am? I wouldn't have known. But I don't think I'm alone in taking care of my people."

He laughed, cold-heartily. "We know that. But, Mr. Grace was present at the meeting. And you didn't seem to be."

"I was not informed of this so called meeting. You have no reason."

"Well, yes, actually, you should have been informed. We had sent Mr. Valdez to arouse you to join the meeting. It seemed he cared for your sleep. Might I ask why?"

"How should I know? I've had barely any contact with that graecus since he had touched this land. I only gave him a tour and that was the end of it."

Octavian traced his finger over the hilt of his dagger. "Oh . . . Really? Lying in front of your dogs isn't much of a good thing." He informed her.

She whipped her head around to see that the dogs that were relaxing on the couch had their heads peeked up looking at her guiltily. Sometimes they just couldn't help but detect lies.

"I-Fine. We talked for a little bit." Reyna admitted standing straight and trying to act bigger then him, even if she was already a bit taller.

He sighed, a fake sigh of defeat. She knew him, he wouldn't give up. "Yes. Well, you should have a look at the ruined ship." He said before letting himself out of the house.

Her eyes immediately flew to the bar where the papers used to be. She didn't seem to notice the letters from Jason were gone. She just tried to get a look at the twin cup of hot chocolate that seemed to be finished already. There were also crumbs on it, and she noticed that some pieces of bread were gone. Also there seemed to be foam in the sink and the fire extinguisher that was supposed to be located under the sink was sitting next to it.

She clenched her hands and shook her head pulling her ponytail out of her hair and throwing it next to the empty cup on the counter. She found her way around the coffee table and looked under her bed for some clothes. Hadn't she an old dress from Hylla? It wouldn't hurt to just slip on a sun dress.

Soon her fingers had wondered upon a dark dress with skinny straps. She pulled it out and looked it over, it seemed fine. It might have been a little wrinkly from laying under the bed for quite some time but other then that it seemed fine. The black sun dress, though, looked more for a funeral on a cold day, except missing the accessories, probably a small overcoat and a hat.

She sighed and decided to go out of her way to find the other pieces to the puzzle. Soon, once she was sure she had found all the spiders under her low bed that were there she had found a small black button-up to go over and a black beret. She hummed to herself for a second. It did indeed look fine. And she was sure it'd go fine with her sisters black sandals.

Breathing slowly as she looked over the un-Reyna-like outfit she finally decided that she would wear it. Swiftly she changed into it and braided her hair into one of it's most familiar braid techniques, the fish tail.

Soon she trudged outside and made her was towards where the ship was located last time after she had let the dogs out for a while. People were indeed giving her weird looks but she didn't seem to mind at all. They weren't much better then frightened looks.