Unconditionally (Spartacus FANFIC -- Gannicus/Caesar/OC)

Chapter I

Everything spoken between my OC's is in German. Written in English for obvious reasons. Until she is speaking with the main cast.
Jana (15-18) is portrayed by Marie Avgeroploulos

 Jana (19+) is portrayed by Jana Kramer

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I looked up to my father and older brother as we reached the market, learning the language of the Roman's was going to be a task in on it's own. I was still yet young; thirteen of age so learning their tongue would be a thing of simple learning.

"Father, when will we bring mother and the rest of the family here to Capua?"

"As soon as we find ourselves in good standing among the Roman's." He told me pushing a small piece of my long hair behind my ears. "You my dear child will never have to see chains upon your wrists.

You will never know the whip of slavery." He smiled at me as he walked into the shop leaving me outside with my eldest brother Reinhard.

"Jana, get over here you silly child." He teased as I had made my way to him. "Father bargains for a home and place in the shop. I fear we would have better luck if I where to join one of the Ludus. Become a Gladiator." He boasted.

One of the Romans passing by made a comment to us that neither of us understood and only caused me to smile up at my brother, "Gladiator? You jest brother." I told him as we soon heard a commotion in the shop our father had been in. The look on my brothers face soon changed as he looked to me, "Jana, go and hide in there." He pointed to a small courtyard not to far from where we stood.

Once I was there I saw men lined up in chains with signs around their necks, women along another in a similar look. Was this how the Romans treated their slaves? Was this where my father wished to move our family? I turned around quickly to see what had become of my brother Reinhard and my father only to see a sword being pierced through my brothers back as he was running from the door of the house.

I had gone to scream when I felt hand clasp itself over my mouth, I looked up at the man, he was older and wore clothing of prominence and vibrate blues. His eyes where soft and kind, his hard a light brown he did not appear like the other Romans. He seemed kind. I looked at him yet still in fear as he hushed me pulling me away. I had no other option but to follow as he brought me back to a villa high up on the hill over looking the city. There was fear gripping my entire body, fear of me becoming like the chained slaves.

I looked at him as he brought me into a room where I believed his family to be, a young man with the same face and hair as the older one, standing next to a woman in a pink gown and long brown hair. Two younger slaves made their way towards me with smiles as they lead me away down a hall filled with other slaves. I had no idea what it was they where saying, only that I was still gripped with fear and the sadness of my lost brother and father and the hopes to return to Germania.

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It had been two years since I had first moved into the Villa of Batiatus. Now standing at the age of fifteen I could speak the same language of all those in the house, Titus had offered to let me stay untouched of mans touch and the mark of slave. Both of which I was filled with gratitude for, I stood next to him on the balcony as he watched the men train below him.

"Beautiful isn't it?" He had asked me as I filled his cup with water.

"I find it fascinating, Dominus." I told him as I stood there peering over the railing.