Sulpicia smiled at her son as he drank from her breast. The boy was growing well and she was now fully recovered from the trauma of the birth of Patricius Germanus. It seemed like only yesterday that the General had delivered her baby, against all odds.

Sulpicia looked around the tablinum and thought back to when she was a little girl and the house had been full of laughter and chatter and comings-and-goings. Those were the days, she said to herself. When we were a part of something bigger and my family had a position in society. Sulpicia and her brothers and sisters had wanted for nothing: clothes, food, toys, education. Each of them had their own slave to fulfil their every need. When they were not at the town house in Londinium, they would be down at the coast, enjoying life at the...

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