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Agron still couldn’t believe it. To see Remy in Capua, in this very villa . . . filled Agron with emotions he had long since been deprived of. Ever since he and Remy were forced upon separate paths. But now, they were reunited. Albeit not in the best of circumstances, but still. It lifted Agron’s spirits to see his lover still of this world. And Agron longed for the moment he would be able to see him again. So when Batiatus called him to the villa and said that their visitor requested Agron’s presence, requested him to tend to him . . . Agron had to conceal the excitement he felt. He stoically complied, but inwardly, felt his heart beat heavier in his chest with the sheer anticipation. He was ready to be presented -- and had this been anyone else but Remy, Agron would be fucking disgusted. Just as he was the first time he had been presented -- when he had not known it was Remy doing the requesting. 

So once he was oiled and prepared . . . he made his way to the baths, the doors closed behind him, though the guards not too far. Agron took the opportunity to look over the man, eyes moving every visible inch of him as he was partly submerged in the bath; body glistening with the water that moistened him. He looked fucking beautiful. Agron began to take a few steps towards him, a slightly playful smile on his lips. These circumstances were far from ideal, for he was a slave. But right now, he was just determined to enjoy what time he had with Remy. “I am here to fucking tend,” he said, though there was defiance in his voice . . . a playfulness, as if to imply he would not be as compliant as a slave would be. Once again, he knew that if this had been anyone but Remy . . . Agron would be of a very different mind. 

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Agron never thought in all his life that he would wed a Roman. A fucking Roman. But an alliance with the was very much needed. On the brink of war, drastic action had to be taken and a highly respected warrior from the tribe East of the Rhine, was set to wed a highly respected soldier of high rank in the Roman army. It was what brought Agron to this foreign land. A land he would be forced to call home. Fortunately, he understood the language; there was no barrier for that. Some of his men did not however, and the ones that did comprehend Latin, translated among the men. Agron’s mind was incredibly distracted however, taking in the sight of his soon to be husband. He was everything that his reputation deemed him to be thus far. Attractive. Well spoken. The appearance of a true warrior. 

But still, Agron knew nothing about him. Not the intimate details that one would expect to know about the person they were about to wed. When they were finally alone, the union solidified, Agron looked at his … husband. The worst still holding such foreign meaning. But, he could not deny that Remy’s words gave Agron some reassurance. “It would appear we have no other choice,” Agron told him, prepared to do what he needed to as well to make his marriage work. There was a great deal of pressure upon them to ensure it did. “But, words are well received. Gratitude.” Agron knew that Remy didn’t have to say it; that he could offer no hope or assurances to the German. But he did not seem to be that sort of man, and for that, Agron was quite grateful. 

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4. A late night text

[text] Can’t sleep.. been tossing and turning all night[text] Miss you[text] Thinking of you[text] Wish you were fucking here

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