The stripes and stars fluttered in the warm breeze above captured trenches of Rome.
Lara Brown, her waist aching, slippers stuck in the sand, her dress not besting a rag, her dark skin shinning like shear butter mixed with olive oil moved with the other slave maids all of them panting and sweating. Numbly, she looked back at the way they had come.
Being a darker skinned woman made things far worse for her. People with her colour were known as tainted. They had no place in lower part of the country much less the upper part. The only good thing Lara held was her working place in the palace. She was shunned as well, but treated quite better.
Facing the palace gates, she drew a big breath. For her dreams lay peaceful inside the great walls. Dreams....
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THE KING'S SLAVE
Romance" No one need ever know what happened here. Lara. I didn't know what I was doing. I'm all to blame. But if we say nothing, there'll be no harm to my name and to you too." Her eyes widened. Caesar continued, his voice even more harsh. "You...
