Prologue
It all started with my mother Petronia Atticus. She married my father Lucius Atticus when she was twelve. Lucky for her Lucius was still only twenty-two at the time, a blessing compared to marrying an old geezer that most girls that age marry. She came from a respectably wealthy family and Lucius happened to be a wealthy Commander in the Roman Guard, a favorite of Emperor Claudius.
Unlike most arranged marriages, my parents loved each other and Lucius would do anything for Petronia. Well, except wish for a daughter. See, all fathers wanted an heir, a son. Someone to take over the family and carry on the name. Only my mother didn't want a son. She didn't want to worry all the time about him dying in battle like she does with Lucius.
Lucky for them the day I was born kicking and screaming so was my brother. They got their wishes and they were both content with life that the sickness my mother contracted after giving bith to us was forgotten. She was able to enjoy watching us grow for three years before it took her. The blow hit our father Lucius hard, but I don't really remember her.
After Petronia's death, we moved to the countryside outside of Rome. Here, Lucius was given permission from Claudius to retire from his military duties and command the Gladitorial Training Center while raising us kids.
That is how I found myself growing up with gladiators.
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Growing up with Gladiators
Historical FictionAelia Atticus isn't your typical high society roman lady. Instead of growing up with a sweet, loving, mother, she finds herself in the midst of brutal, huge, blood-thirsty, gladiators that fall head over heel to protect her while she willingly throw...
