Cleopatra's Daughter| Dark! Romans x Princess! Reader

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"How can nobody willingly choose to do wrong? is it not a choice?"

"Yes, but Socrates believes that all wrongdoings are the result of ignorance of human nature"

You are sitting with Julia in the library, teaching her philosophy, while scrolls lay on the table in front of the both of you.

The younger girl is intelligent and kind, you are pretty sure that she didn't inherit her sweet personality from her father.

Spending a week with the young child and you already realize the contrast between her and her father.

Octavius is cold, while Julia is sunshine and daisies.

"Socrates seems to try to bury his wrongdoings, that's why he made up this concept," Julia says.

You chuckle at her, finding her words amusing, but deep down you enjoy your opinion.

"Maybe... But unfortunately, some part of it is true, my sweet Julia" you pat her cheek.

She leans into your warm touch with an innocent smile on her face.

"Is that why mama left me? Is it because she was ignorant"

Your eyes widen slightly, as Julia speaks about her biological mother, Scribonia.

Mark Antony once mentioned that Octavius divorced Scribonia after the birth of Julia, and she left, never coming back for her daughter.

"Well, we do not know what pressure your mother went through, but I'm sure she loves you" you comfort her.

"No one loves me, Papa is hardly around and mother Livia is busy with her duties, Tiberius is mean, and so is Nero"

Livia is the second wife of Octavius, she is also the mother of Tiberius and Nero Claudius.

"What about me?"  you inquire playfully, pointing a finger at yourself.

"What about you?" Julia asks confused, causing you to pout.

"I love you very dearly, we are friends, are we not?"  Julia's eyes brighten at your sentence.

Before she wraps her arms around your waist tightly, burying her face into your embrace.

"You are my first friend"  you hug her back.

Not being aware that you are both being watched until you hear a scroll falling on the ground.

You quickly stand up, standing in front of Julia protectively as you stare at the intruder.

There stood a handsome man with short soft hair, he is holding a bunch of scrolls.

"Who are you?" you demand. 

"Publius Vergilius Maro" he introduces himself.

The following silence from you didn't help but make the poor man feel awkward.

Julia comes from behind you to look at who you are speaking to.

"Oh, it is just you, Virgil" you raise an eyebrow.

"Good evening to you too, my young lady" he greets her.

"So, you are the infamous Virgil, huh?"  the said poet looks at you, flustered.

"Yes, I didn't know I was famous in Egypt" you giggle.

"Yes, indeed, you are very famous in Egypt, do you know what we Egyptians call you?"

"What do you call me, my princess?"

"It is best if you don't know" Virgil grows curious.

"No, tell me, I insist"

"Well, they call you..."  you smile at him weakly before continuing.

"Caesar's dog"