Vitus was shocked awake when the carriage came to an abrupt stop. The door was thrown open, and Vitus sat there, stupidly blinking in the sudden flood of brightness that seemed to burn his eyes. Two rough hands took hold of his arms, and his cramped, tense body was dragged out onto a roughly cobbled pavement.
Vitus blinked owlishly, trying to figure out where he was. He got a sudden glimpse of blue sky, of his captors' rough clothing, and then – then he saw something he recognised.
Towering above his head was a creamy-white building, one that he knew to be a stone structure faced with marble. On the other side of that building, Vitus knew, were gardens. Gardens he had walked in, Aemilia leaning on his arm, smiling up at him. This was the capital, and the building was part of the temple complex.
The men dragged him though a narrow door before Vitus could call out, and for a long time they walked in darkness.
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The Baby and the Battlefield
FantasyA baby? On a battlefield? Marcus is a clerk in the Imperial army. When he finds an abandoned baby on a battlefield, he has no idea what to do with her. His best friend is no help; he thinks Marcus is a sucker for taking the kid in. The slave who end...
