140AD - The Rise to Empress || [GxG] ||

Chapter 19

Translations:

Raptus regaliter. = Royally screwed.
Tace atque abi. = Shut up and go away.
Faex. = Shit.
Audi, vide, tace. = Hear, see, be silent.
Bene fecistis. = You did good/well.
Gratias ago tibi valde. = Thank you very much.
Ave atque vale. = Hail and farewell.
Benigne ades. = Nice of you to come.
Os meum es pace. = You are my peace.

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That night after Lexa so abruptly left Clarke's quarters with her Praetorian armour in hand, she angrily tossed it into her room as she passed it. She was disgusted by the sentiment it held, for the fact that it has been constricting her symbolically for far too long. To Hades with the entire Praetorian guild she thinks.

She wasn't sure if Valentina was going to tell the Emperor or Senator of Blake of what she saw, but if she does, Lexa knew all of her comfortability will be taken away. She was going to be punished for it, gravely for that matter.

Lexa walked in the cold abandoned streets of the capital, there was no one around, not even the normal drunkards. Everyone was in their homes, snuggly wrapped up in their furs or their significant others and she ...? She was out in the cold all alone.

She contemplated going back to Venus as promised this morning but she knew she wasn't going to be the best conversation tonight. The next option was the tavern and that's where she found herself twenty minutes later with two empty cups that were once filled with a strong oaky ale.

Lexa knew she would most likely be stripped of her title when the morning comes, so tonight she would take advantage of the perks being a Praetorian brought. Free ale being among the best perks.

"Rough day?" A maiden behind the counter asks as she fills Lexa's cup with ale again. She had not seen the Praetorian in the tavern for some time but when she did come by then she completely overindulged.

Lexa nodded her head as she chugged down half of the new cup of ale. "Something like that. I think the only stable thing in my life is going to be stripped from me in the morning. The gods alone know if I'll even make it out alive. Raptus regaliter. Literally."

"That bad huh? Do you want to talk about it kid?" The woman was in her late sixties and she had definitely seen kinder years physically, but her good heart was still intact. "Or I could pour you another ale and you can drink away all of your sorrows."

A man drunkenly stumbled toward the counter and fell onto it next to Lexa as he placed his left elbow on her shoulder, swaying backward and forward lightly. "Another ale please hag."

Lexa didn't look up from her cup, only circled its rim with the tip of her finger. "Get your arm off of me before I break it and apologize to the lady." Spitefully, the man shoved his arm down harder on Lexa's shoulder as he laughed harshly.

"And what are you going to do little lady? Because I would love to shove my cock into that smart mouth of yours."

Lexa shoved his arm off her shoulder, not saying anything more. She wasn't in the mood to fight or engage in any sort of conversation with any drunk idiot.

The drunk man spared a glance at the old woman behind the counter again, baring his slightly rotten teeth. His hygiene was poor and it was a vile smell that followed him around. "Did you not hear me say bring me another ale, hag!"

With a deep sigh, the woman walked away to the backroom to get a new jug of ale to serve him. He returned his attention to Lexa however who was still minding her own business. She could smell the man's vile stench draw closer to her and a little touch of her hair followed it.