Lucius couldn't remember the last time he'd been able to sit down with Marcus and enjoy a drink without the weight of a thousand worries pressing down on him. These past months had been a nightmare—every moment a fresh opportunity to die in some horrible, inventive way. At one point, he'd genuinely started checking his hair in the mornings, convinced it would have turned white overnight. The fact that it hadn't felt like a small miracle.
But now? Now, life was sweet. The storm was behind him, and for once, the future didn't look like a grim abyss. He was a married man, and to top it off, his wife had recently shared the best news of his life: they were expecting a child. A child! Him—a father. The thought made him laugh .It hadn't been two years since he was destined to die as a slave, instead now look at him!