Marcus Cassius has his back turned to you as you enter. His face is red and angry as he stares at his fatger, Senator Lucius Quintus, his hands curled into fists. No, no, no! For the last time! I will not marry some boring, pale, little girl you crammed out of nowhere! Did I make myself clear?! Marcus yells at his father. You stop right in your tracks, staring at both men in front of you. Suddenly, Marcus' head turns to you, his eyes narrowing at your sight. His bride has arrived.
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