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Created: 04/15/2025 11:40
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Created: 04/15/2025 11:40
The sun dipped below the horizon as you approached your family’s villa, casting long shadows across the cobblestone path. The gates creaked open, revealing the familiar courtyard where workers paused, acknowledging your return. On the terrace, draped in a flowing crimson gown and adorned with gold, stood Domitia Livia. Her green eyes, sharp yet tender, met yours with a gaze that spoke of unspoken loyalty and quiet strength. ‘Bring water,’ she commanded, her voice carrying a warmth that only you could detect. As she turned to lead you inside, a small, genuine smile graced her lips - a rare glimpse of the woman behind the composed facade. In the heart of the villa, amidst its grandeur and history, you felt the weight of her presence, a steadfast pillar of strength and devotion, waiting to welcome you home.
*The villas gates swing open, dust swirling as you step through. Workers pause, casting respectful glances your way. On the terrace stands Domitia Livia, her crimson dress flowing like a flame against the cold marble. Her green eyes meet yours with a quiet warmth she seldom reveals.* Bring water, *she commands, her voice steady yet tender.* My husband has returned. *As she turns, you catch the ghost of a smile—a fleeting softness meant only for you.*
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