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Augustus had accepted to Feliciano’s choice of guard. Of course, he would have preferred another, but he did want to comply with what Feliciano wanted, being it a birthday present. Still, Ludwig was a fine choice, and he didn’t mind putting his trust on him for the day. Right before they had left for the night, Augustus had taken him to a corner to speak of all the type of warnings Ludwig needed to know to make it work.

He was not to leave the gates of the city, Ludwig was to remain close to him the entire time, he had permission to inflict any kind of force on him to keep him away from trying anything that he shouldn’t, he was to leave the palace by the early rising sun, and wanted Feliciano back by the late twilight. His last request…don’t fall into his charms.

He was gone, wishing him a good night and a farewell before Ludwig could question him and before he could wish a good bye himself to Feliciano. He didn’t mind much, he would have the entire day with him tomorrow and settled away back with his family to the inn.

The next morning, he was the first to awake, trying out several of the clothing they had brought. None did he though fitting, a pile already by the sides of the room that Aldrich had met with when he woke himself.

“What is this?” He asked, truly perplexed by it, part of him thinking that this was maybe still a dream. Ludwig was not one to think highly of clothing and attire like Roderich.

“I will be spending the day with Feliciano, and I wish not to look like another lower class member of the city when I am with the prince.” He had then finally settled on a tunic, a dark green one that most probably belonged to his father, but he took it still, changing and already decided. It had some nice designs, fine, and even different.

Settling on his boots and pants wasn’t so hard, hoping that most didn’t get tired of the tight silver bracelets and same leather belt. “This will do.” He did not want to waste his morning with it. He should already be making his way.

The prince…was actually awaiting him.

Before he left, Aldrich stopped him, throwing him over a small dagger knife. “Managed to sneak it in, though you would need it more than I would.” And glad he was to have it. Even in this city there were dangers that he would have to face, especially with the prince around him. He would have to defend himself and Feliciano like he had promised Augustus.

With a last wave, with luck and blessings, Ludwig left the inn on his way through the learned route of the palace. With it being the early morning, the streets were still dimmed with amount of people, only some slaves dealing with heavy businesses, or workers who were preparing the opening of their kiosks or stores. It was ease for Ludwig to walk upon, more relaxed, taking his time to arrive seeing as there were no distractions or obstacles to cover his path.

Soon enough the palace was in sight already clear movement, mostly from guards or the occasional senator that came to visit. With his arrival, guards moved with the news, leaving Ludwig to wait at the base of the stairs while they fetched for the prince. It didn’t take long, for as soon as there was word that Ludwig was waiting for him. Feliciano ran hastily across the halls, finally out into this new morning sun. Ludwig was indeed excited to see him, but he held any more expressions, dealing with the grip of his hands as he admired how handsomely the prince was this morning, the palace and the sun assenting his welcome only for him. His toga for today was simple and short, only but a golden belt at his waist.

As soon as Feliciano saw him, he waved and even jumped down the steps hurriedly. He skipped and seemed to dance down, Ludwig being reminded of the children back in his village. Some guards grew worry though, and some were willing to run to him and make sure his descend didn’t go wrong. Luckily Feliciano got to the bottom safely, only stumbling slightly once he reached Ludwig, but the other held him before he could fall off. Breaths of relief seemed to have sung all across the palace as they had watched.

“You’re here!” he exclaimed, his hands landing on his arms, gripping to have a reassurance.

“Of course I am, why wouldn’t I be?” Feliciano didn’t want them to continue on that.

“Come on! Come on! Come on! Come on!” and to his surprise, instead of pulling him further from the palace, he was taking him inside the palace.

“I thought we were going-”

“I want to see the chariot races first!”

Chariot racing? Of course Ludwig was interested, but shouldn’t they be making their way to the circus? Why were they going to the palace?

As Feliciano pulled him down along different halls, steps and even green grounds, he realized that the circus was actually right behind the palace. Why didn’t he notice it yesterday?

Feliciano pulled him along still, even when reaching a sort of small house building where he could spot two people sitting. As they made their way through it, he noticed the figures as the emperor and Lovino, both seated and ready to enjoy from the race for today.

“Ah Ludwig, good morning!” Augustus called as he noticed them pass.

“Good morning, your majes-” he wasn’t allowed to say much when Feliciano was dragging him more into the crowds of seats that circled around the circus.

He brought them up close, the first round of seats where they were to have a clear view of the race. He took his seat, sitting straight and patiently waiting for it to begin, Feliciano on the other hand, who even as he sat, still seemed to jump, eyes gleaming, even trying to hold any other emotions by the biting of his lip.

“Have you ever seen a chariot race?”

“Not this up close!” that explained his eagerness.

“Have you though?”

“I’ve heard from them, but it’s also my first time.” Feliciano gasped, holding to his arms dragging him even closer, standing so they could practically be in danger of falling into the ring.

“I’m sure you’ll love them, they have many of our best racers for today, even one of mine and Lovino’s favorites.”

“You seem to know a lot for someone who hasn’t seen them up close.”

“There’s a good view from the palace, where I always watched them from. Lovino would sometimes join me when Antonio races.”

“Antonio?”

They were both driven silent by its beginning; a crash of horses, chariots, reigns and drivers out into the prepared sand. They all came in together first, in a line that almost seemed orderly if it wasn’t for the already boiling competition between them. The crowds shouted on their cheers, even Feliciano applauded and joined in, standing and jumping, like he had been there several times before to know, seeming to cheer for everyone there, not just this Antonio fellow he mentioned.

They all waved to the crowd, enjoying clearly all this attention, trying to make tricks to impress their audience even more.

“That’s Antonio!”

Feliciano pointed to one of the youngest looking riders, the one with the messy brown hair and the usual Mediterranean sun tan that he had seen in most of the citizens of the peninsula. He seemed strong willed, the only one of all the riders who paid good attention to his horses even on his test run, who made sure all the reigns and even the very chariot was safe. Antonio must have noticed the young prince, for he directed a wave just for him, and of course Feliciano returned it just as eagerly.

“Do you know him?”

“His father and mine are also good friends. He used to be trader, so he came a lot to Rome from Hispania with letters and other things for my father. I’ve known him since I was a child. He got really interested in chariot racing from the things he saw from the palace and got himself into it.”

By then the race had begun, the more cheerier presentation seen earlier, now turned into a rough and angered race, all the determination of the players thrown into it to complete the necessary laps. Ludwig was so close as to feel the stadium almost gallop along with the horses that ran, the dust of the sand surely getting comfortable in his hair, dirtying his face and yet Feliciano continued to cheer as widely as the crowd despite.

“He’s an excellent rider.” He commented, seeing as Antonio had the major lead.

“He is, both my brother and I adore him, he’s like another older brother to me…to my own brother though…” he took a quick glance to him, chuckling before his attention was set back on the race.

Huh? Did he miss something? He turned to where Lovino sat.

Despite how he sat calm, taking from some of the offered grapes from time to time, he paid good attention to the race, a little too much attention to the star chariot racer. He even smirked, probably the first time Ludwig actually saw him wore something else other than a scowl. But as he paid more attention himself, he noticed that his stare was nothing like the interested, skill admiring and even brotherly stare that Feliciano gave him. This one was more…lustful, similar to the ones the men in his village gave to the more beautiful women.

Whatever feelings Lovino had for Antonio, it wasn’t at all innocent or even familiar in a family sense. He rathered not continue thinking about that and settle with what was left of the race. Antonio had once again won, the crowds deeply approving of this, even the emperor, who clapped as eagerly as the rest. As soon as the chariots left and the crowd began to empty out of the circus, Feliciano held to his arm and very forcefully lead him out, faster than any of the slow paced around them.

They were out back into the palace before any large crowd could form, Feliciano easily leading them through every small shortcut he knew until they were back out to the front of the palace, into the heavy streets that began to flow with people. There was commotion of a beginning new day, of strolls, of traders and sellers bringing different kinds of items to sell to the population, all to which Feliciano stopped to give attention. He admired all the vases, the jewelry, the fabrics, dragging Ludwig all along to watch, giving comments to the sellers on their beauty and all the effort given to it. Of course his people would be as kind to him, explaining far more details that Feliciano and Ludwig very interested listened. It was impressive how Feliciano maintained everything quick, but yet just the enough time each little kiosk or building deserved. He was more preoccupied with moving them along to his next destination.

It stood so wonderfully, as if awaiting only for them, in all the majesty they have talked to Ludwig about. Feliciano, stood at it himself with the same perplexing stare, his fast pace disappearing to careful steps as they moved closer to the coliseum.

Many others passed by them, on their normal stroll, only giving it but small glimpses, though they still starred with the ever interest they had even begun to get used to feeling. It gave them just enough space to stand close, to let themselves be casted under the large shadow, cooling them from the ever so present hot sun.

Ludwig was sure he spoke, what it was, he could not make sure, but it was fruitless since Feliciano really didn’t listen, all his being interested solely on all the details he could come across. He would have loved to come inside, explore even the arena, but he knew he wasn’t supposed to, as well as it was closed with no game for the day. But quickly he turned his attention away to the large statue right in front of him, a shout of glee as he headed towards it instead, admiring, even sighting dreamily as if he was fawning over any other female or male in the city. He even leaned across its base, Ludwig not sure if he could even do that.

As he came closer, it really made sense why they called this statue the Colossus. It stood almost as tall as the very amphitheater, to seem as powerful as their gods. Ludwig felt so intimidated by it that he even pulled Feliciano out its grasp hoping to continue onward.

Once Feliciano was awaken from the daze, something else took his attention and he was hurrying Ludwig once again. He brought him over to a temple this time, large as many of the things he had already seen. This one though, was more spacious, once could enter and admire all the colors, designs and details made for it. Just before entering, Feliciano had grabbed many flowers that had been growing in some of the bushes they passed, enough to form a bouquet, held tightly in his hands, quite the anticipation as they headed up the stairs inside. He looked around with the same new admiration, holding tightly to Ludwig’s arm as they made their way closer to the large statue at the end.

“That’s our goddess Roma.” Feliciano told him a whisper, to not damage the already quiet and tranquil air around them. Feliciano bowed, placed some of the flowers on the steps, adding already to the offerings many others had given her for the day.

Feliciano’s prayer was quiet, some chant under his lips that Ludwig could not even understand, easing close and trying to listen, to the point that his face even leaned against his, Feliciano finishing and noticing with a giggle.

There were still flowers left in his hold and once done, he lead him out to the other side of the temple, for the one he truly wished to see. It was very similar to one they had just been in, but of course, much of the art changed to something that was more for this goddess, elegant, rich, all tones of colors that clearly made one think of love.

Ludwig could not distinguish who it was yet, his knowledge of the Roman gods wasn’t plentiful and he didn’t want to say something that might seem insulting, especially to a goddess that Feliciano glowed upon as soon as they entered.

By then he let go of Ludwig, heading in front of him to the statue at the end. He offered all the flowers he held, kneeling for a long period, his praying chants different from the earlier one. Ludwig couldn’t hear him this time, wandering around the building, seeming lost, when actually he kept trying to search every corner this building offered, every delicate stroke, every brick and marble shaped to such angles that only added to extensive designs that assented the shape, the colors, the form and even the very statue were most of the worshipping was occurring.

By the time he returned back to Feliciano’s side, he still couldn’t figure out who it belonged to.

“Venus.” Feliciano answered for him, guessing why Ludwig was searching throughout the temple.

“Oh, thank you.” He kneeled beside him, seeing as Feliciano made himself comfortable there, his gaze still on the large statue as he continued with his own mental prayers.

“Is she your favorite?”

“I suppose so. Most of my prayers are giving to her.”

“If I recall correctly, she is the goddess of love.”

“Love, as well as beauty, prosperity, fertility, desire and sex.”

“Why do you pray to this one specifically? There are others like Jupiter, Mars, Mercury or even Roma.”

They were usually gods that had more to do with protection and luck, for the city, for the continuing of one’s life, usually the ones people of imperial blood like Feliciano would worship the most. He though Feliciano had skipped the question or just decided not to hear him, as he spaced, eyes still on the figure, seeming to forget that Ludwig was kneeling right next to him.

“I assume you’ve heard enough to know that my mother passed with my birth. I always felt at fault even if my father and brother deny it, so I always did hope to compensate somehow. The household went on with comparisons of her to Venus and how it was the goddess my mother mostly held cult for when she arrived from Greece.”

“So you worship Venus because of your deceased mother.”

“Somewhat. Venus is the goddess we tend to associate with life and motherhood, a goddess mostly our woman would be loyal to, something that my father has many times scolded me for, but it’s nice to follow a goddess that focuses mostly on love, on new life and new opportunities, when so many are focused on war and violence.”

What a rare thing to hear from a Roman.

“It would make sense since I relate to most of the woman in this city and my mother…closed, expected to fulfill duties under the ruling of your father or any other males, your life decided and driven by another just for the wellbeing of any future children. I may be male, and a prince at that, but I’m looked upon as weak and worthless as one.” And there once again was a hating tone; one of anger, one that even shook him as if more wanted to come out. He could tell that Feliciano was holding any other words, having to embrace himself to calm down, trying to feel more of the breeze, the cool marble and the stare his goddess gave him, somehow understanding and reassuring. “No woman deserves that.” He said lastly on the matter. He stood up so quick, and was already taking his arm, changing the topic to something about food before Ludwig could question it any longer or offer any words of comfort.  

They were back into the city, the sun high in evening, walking sometimes even arm in arm as they scurried through the streets; upward, downward, just any direction so they could lose themselves more in the route. Feliciano was so tempted to take Ludwig to the baths, but with their short amount of time left, they simply could not waste it sitting on water. Feliciano had the baths in his own palace, if anything he could go there later in the night. They were met with yet another temple, the temple of Jupiter, which Feliciano only gave a short visit, with a single vow, a short chant, no gift and continued onward unto the soldier camps.

They trained along as per their normal routine, clashes of swords and other weapons, grunts, falls, all kinds of groans and screams as they practiced for the harsher war treatments out of the safety of the city. Every throw they made was practiced, skilled, with such a ferocity and push of strength that made anyone coward and run. Even with his own strength, Ludwig didn’t think he could take any of them, when they could throw a piece of bark and make it seem powerful and deadly. Both Feliciano and he looked on with such interest, yet Feliciano seemed to hold tighter to him when right next to them they witness a soldier punched another to the floor. Upon noticing the prince, he greeted with a vow and the usual good evening, and it was then that Ludwig noticed Feliciano was trembling with his shaky good morning back.

They continued until they reached the pantheon, where they remained the longest, for it offered the many statues of past emperors, Feliciano explaining to Ludwig his knowledge of each. They witnessed the shinning eye from above changed its position around the building as Feliciano continued to explain, he himself falling in awe with the colors, the shinning play of the sun, to the floor that was welcoming and didn’t mind their hurried childish steps or even sitting.

With sun set coming even closer, Ludwig suggested that they made their way back by now, but Feliciano convinced him to take a little extra more steps, to a bridge that stood in the very divide of the city, over the Tiber. Feliciano stood and lay there just to relax, wanting to witness this setting sun disappear under the city, its glow reigning once again upon it.

Ludwig didn’t think he would meet with another city that shined golden in sunset.

Everything was there, everything for Feliciano to gaze, yet he maintained his eyes on the aqueducts, which still lay high over the city, following until the arched building disappeared far into the hills, where they could not wander. He refused to look at anything else, and Ludwig, curious, remained with his own stare on him, hoping to figure why it was.

“We could take a closer look as we return.” He suggested.

He turned to him, awake, coming to terms to where exactly he was standing.

“Oh…” and instead of the aqueducts he now looked to the river, to high above the mountains, clearly hoping to see something more. “Have you ever seen the ocean Ludwig?” he finally asked.

“The ocean?” he let himself think about it for a moment. “In passing yes, quite recently though.” He saw more of everything in this trip to Rome.

Since he was in charge of watching over the village, Ludwig preferred staying in the limits of where he could be aware of anything happening, so the only bodies of water he had met were small and large rivers and lakes.

“Is it beautiful?”

“Well of course, it’s vast, continues far ahead into the horizon infinitely, in a beautiful shade of blue and the coolest breeze of air I’ve ever felt.” And the shine in Feliciano’s eyes was more than anything he could give to this city.

An image that he could only imagine in his head, resting upon the bridge now as if pretending he could feel the sandy shore grace over his skin.

“What about the smell?”

“I didn’t head that close to know, but I suppose salty and…fresh.” He recalled, wishing he could have thought of more words so the dreaming boy had more of an idea, but Feliciano made do with that, noticing the sun reach lower and lower until only but some small glimpses were left of it.

“I wish one day to see it in person.”

And Ludwig did not know what to say to that.

He didn’t know how long Augustus hoped to maintain Feliciano in the city, and he didn’t know how long Feliciano will continue to maintain loyal under him. Yet, he truly hoped he managed one day, an assurance enough with the smile he gave him. Feliciano seemed to have gotten the message, for he smiled back, more grandiose than his own, Ludwig had to admit.

“We should be heading back, your father will be awaiting and I did promise him your return by this time.” Feliciano groaned like a child would, but he obeyed, finally standing from his position and going his way along ahead, making sure Ludwig still walked closely to him.

From the opening mornings, now Feliciano could see it close into the night, candles and torches lighting up the streets for the approaching darkness, the streets emptying, with people now in their homes, relaxed, eating or even preparing for their sleep.

This time they took an all too different route, hoping to see bits of things they couldn’t, like the forum or empty and silent squares. When they reached back to the palace hill, only but the last gleams settled on the sky, darkening and stars decorating it one by one. Augustus had been passing by one of the front openings of the palace to notice their arrival, a smile and a wave to make sure Ludwig had seen him. He quickly settled back into the palace to other businesses, leaving some guards to watch.

Feliciano sigh, in clear despair, knowing that for tonight, it was once again back into the palace, to the same halls and room he was accustomed to.

“Thank you, once again.”

“A pleasure it was, I got to see more of the city and learn things I wouldn’t have alone.” To his surprise, Feliciano took his hands in a loving hold, with such a delightful smile that he just couldn’t let go.

Was this a type of appreciation? Or just some weird good bye he hadn’t seen yet? Feliciano actually laughed at how cute he looked confused, walking close, so near for their chests to even touch.

“How long will you be staying in the city?”

“Not quite sure, my father didn’t specify, but I don’t think I’ll be leaving any time soon.”

Feliciano’s smile grew wider, finally for once stepping away inch by inch.

“Could it be possible to ask you to come to the palace once again for tomorrow?”

“May I?”

“Of course you can, with my permission it is allowed.”

“If there’s no problem with your father.”

“So I will see you tomorrow then?”

Ludwig hesitated if for a moment, not sure how the palace could react to a foreigner being in the presence of the prince for so long. But with the very boy looking up to him with such a plead, and that smile, he sigh, defeated yet again.

“You will.”

And for the way the boy light up, it was enough for him to be sure of his answer.

Feliciano then leaned, placing a short and quick kiss on his cheek, so sudden that it was over before Ludwig could feel it even linger.

“Good night.” a wave, a look of seduction in his eyes, even in his tone as he hurriedly made his way up.

Ludwig was left at the spot, even as Feliciano disappeared back into the palace, still on wonder over what just happened.

He raised his hand to feel upon the place he kissed.

Nothing, not the wetness, not the even the feel was there anymore…and he hated that. Why was he so annoyed for it being so quick?

He let his hand fall and preferred to return back to the inn, his father would love to hear about this...although he was going to have to leave some details out of the conversation.

* In other historical facts, the coliseum was not actually called the ‘coliseum’, what was actually called the colossus was the statue in front of it, hence why it later got it’s change of name. What we now know as the coliseum used to be called the Flavian Amphitheater, but for the sake of keeping words we know and got used to, I didn't change it.

The Prince. It had been the prince.

It was a mantra that Ludwig kept repeating to himself during the night, rested upon his bed, waiting for sleep to take him over. It had been hard, for he felt like he still lay with the weights from what had happened earlier.

Searching himself along with the groups, and yet he had almost lead the very object of their search out, probably to worst dangers, and if word came out, he could have been blame for his death or anything that happened to him. Blessed he felt that Augustus had stopped him on time and the identity was revealed.

But still it dawned on him that he was nothing presentable. He had been such a fool, nothing to in accordance to how he was supposed to act with a prince. He probably though he was a commoner from that very area…even if he did tell him where he was from and why he came there. He had been kind though, and although the slight terror that went through him when he found out he was Germanic, he had placed trust on him and he had let Ludwig help him, be in his presence like any other in the city.

He really shouldn’t worry so much. He should just go to sleep, tomorrow would be another day in the city for him to enjoy. He fell finally into the sereneful darkness, hazy dreams of a smile, and all too adoring and beautiful smile that seemed familiar. His dreams didn’t last long for him to see, he was awaken by a push on him…several that gave him no choice but to awaken.

“Ludwig!” he identified his father calling. “Wake up this instant! We must get going!” he left him to continue in his changing of clothing, seeing as Ludwig was awaken enough to sit up and rub any trace of the short sleep he had on him.

“Where exactly are we going?”

He looked to his side to see Roderich changing just as hastily as his father, a bit more preoccupied that everything was on check, deciding on wearing one of the more of the simpler tunics. It actually suited and made him seem handsome for whatever occasion.

“A messenger came over, we have been invited to the palace!” ah yes, Augustus had said that he would reward him soon enough, maybe this was it.

He stood and began changing with them, new tunics and pants, but pretty much his same accessories and cape.

“What for exactly?” he needed to make sure just in case.

“The Prince’s birthday. They changed the ceremony for today but decided to have something more private inside the palace. Augustus said it would help to keep a better eye on his son after the escape he tried yesterday.” So it seemed.

Now he understood why Feliciano didn’t want to return earlier when he had hesitated. The guarding eyes on him did become as worst as he had said. He felt bad for joining along in a feast that seemed to defend more his imprisonment, but to be honest, part of him was excited to actually visit the palace inside…not to mention another meeting with the prince.

No, it was the palace he wanted to see! The palace!

Once done and ready, they made their way as they had done yesterday. Despite how it was decided then to be a smaller celebration, he saw large groups of people coming, each with clothing much more refine than what they had yesterday. With it being inside the palace now, it made sense that people changed their garments to something more dignified of the location they were going to be in. He noticed that inside there were more guards than what he had seen the day before outside. Them, and especially the servants, lead each group deeper into the palace, pass archways painted in symbols of gods and wine, columns in simple marble or colored to give it more livelihood, extensive and tall it was, with enough space to probably have all the population of Rome, ceilings that Ludwig though no man could reach, had him questioning how they even managed to build something so tall. Other items decorated the halls; vases, flowers, statues, even small fountains engraved on the walls. Ludwig was tempted to continue his own way through the halls, but instead, he was lead to a large room, where many people were already settled about, each in their white tables with fine fruits and other foods for the guest to indulge in. They were assembled in a large square, leaving a space on the center for their entertainment of music, theater and dance surely. Ludwig and his family were given a table in one of the ending corners, greatly taking their seats in the soft materials of their chairs.

As Ludwig looked around him, others were laid down on beds of their own, already taking from the offered drinks and food, which looked so fine that Ludwig was afraid to even touch, like they would melt under his horrendous fingers. Pass the arriving guests and the beautiful design of the room, his eyes finally fell on the table at the very front. It was the largest of all, only offering for the three people that sat: The emperor Augustus, and the princes, Lovino and Feliciano. With the amount of people there, plus the ones that took their attention, they probably haven’t noticed the three of them arrive. It was excellent for Ludwig to watch them without being noticed.

Augustus chattered amiably as always. Lovino looked unimpressed as he had his chin on his hands, looking all around him for something entertaining to catch his eyes for once. And Feliciano, he would greet many of the known guests with smile and chatter as friendly as his father, but when they left, he would look down, as bored and sad as his older brother. He would trace his fingers around the table, imagining he was creating a painting there, a grin on his face that seemed contagious to Ludwig, smiling something as equally.

He was starring too much at him wasn’t he? Feliciano must have felt it, because soon enough he raised his glance towards him, eyes connected once again like the night before. He adorned a lovely smile, giving it along with a small wave towards him. Seeing as he was caught, Ludwig had to return it, his wave shy and weak that went well with his small blush. Feliciano found it adorable on such a big man, giggling, which caught the attention of his father. He changed his glance before he could notice who he was smiling at like that, seeming like he was still distracted with whatever he had mentally drawn on the table.

With much of the guests finally in the room, Augustus though it well to continue, his simple standing enough for everyone to fall silent and look up to this new speech he had.

“I would like to apologize more formerly over the events of yesterday, and I hope that this more private dinner is enough to prove so. We will continue with the feast now as planned, but first of all, I would like to thank Ludwig, for he had found my son and had stopped him before anything else could happen. So now, may we please raise a glass for his honor.” Augustus raised his own golden one to him, all around them the men raising theirs as well.

Shyly Ludwig raised his along with Roderich and Aldrich, who seemed proud of the attention Ludwig had given them. With a blessing and a toast, they all drank from the delicious wine. After so, he continued with another speech like the one he had given yesterday about his son, his talents and honors and such. He knew that it was the things that his family had placed for him and the things he had been told he hated and he hoped to escape from. At the moment it didn’t seem like so, for he smiled and nodded like it was the true honor he was supposed to feel.

“-my son, Feliciano.” He finished.

And Feliciano stood, the room erupting in applauds as he bowed. Once he stood long enough for the applauses to tire, he walked over to the priest, who was standing in a corner with the same items from the night before. He could see the priest chant some old Latin words, Feliciano was removed of his golden bulla necklace and was then given a new toga and cape, white obviously, with small designs in red and gold, going well along with him and assenting the materials of those of a grown prince and man. The priest ended the ritual with the placing of his new crown, this one in colored flowers to place elegantly on his hair, matching well with his lively aura. With some last chanting words, he was done, the boy turning to the crowds, which applauded yet again. This time did Feliciano actually look disturbed, his mind seeming distracted with a horrible realization, even if he forced a smile, quite quickly heading over to his seat, his fingers distracted with the new clothing, admitting they were soft to his touch and indeed comfortable to his figure.

With the ceremony done, it was time for the music, players coming with their array of instruments to play in the center. Dancers also came, moving swiftly and beautifully for all of them to see. It was a pity that most conversed along and didn’t pay much attention, although they occasionally pointed when a specific note played heavenly or when a dancer moved to leave them in awe. Ludwig had been one of those that didn’t pay much attention, even at the wonderful melody, for his eyes remained yet on the prince, through hidden little holes from the mess in the center, which was great to not have the prince notice.

Feliciano enjoyed from the music, moving along with it even as he sat, enjoying from the dances, his eyes locked on the females especially, truly wondered. He only ever stopped when his father or brother tried to speak to him, and even though Ludwig couldn’t hear him, he could tell he was answering to all their questions in pure delight. One conversation in particular he had with his father, had them both looking up to his table yet again. Ludwig hoped he looked away just in time, but once he looked back, much of the music done and the dancers preparing to leave, the prince, along with the emperor were standing from their table, and from the looks of it, they were their way to his own. Ludwig quickly prepared himself for this encounter, making sure none of the food he had eaten fell on his clothes, that his hair and anything else was in order. Aldrich and Roderich finally noted their approach, stopping their own conversation and preparing simply by turning and nodding, as an approval that there was no problem of being in the presence of both an emperor and a prince.

“A pleasure to see the three of you here.”

“And a pleasure to be invited, everything has been excellent, my congratulations to you, your highness.” Feliciano nodded and even bowed in appreciation to the words.

“Ah yes, for my reason of coming here, I’d like you all to properly meet my son.” Augustus let him move forward, although Feliciano only moved close to Ludwig, his smile clearly only for him, and Ludwig was distracted enough not to care, starring back just as eagerly, although he didn’t know how he could compete with such a smile.

Augustus held him from his shoulder and moved him over to face Aldrich and Roderich first, introducing each.

“Ah, Aldrich! Father has told me so much about you! It’s great to finally meet you in person.”

“Really? What kind of things does he go on with?” he asked curiously, eyeing Augustus with a suspicious glare.

“He tells me of how you met, how you were prisoned in one our watchtowers mistaken for a bandit. But it all turned out right in the end, father let you go and you became really good friends. He tells me your pretty good for a barbarian, but that you’re really repressed and you have an awful taste in clothing, and the food you used to bring to him for the exchange was awful.” Augustus laughed hoping the rest took it as a joke, his hold on the boy’s shoulder becoming incredibly tight.

It was a form of scolding surely, for Feliciano began to cringe at it and his eagerness had dwindled. Hoping to ease the air around them, Augustus turned Feliciano once again to face Ludwig.

“And I’m sure you two met yesterday.” And once again they were staring at each other, in nothing but silence and gazes too intense.

“N-not as properly though.” Ludwig said after he came to the realization that he didn’t like the glare Augustus was giving him.

“Indeed.” But Feliciano did not notice it, distracted with the Germanic that still stood as handsome as he had seen him the night before.

Once again, Augustus held tight to him, and Feliciano noticed where exactly he was, a place where he shouldn’t stare so dreamily to a foreign stranger.

“Father, is it all right if I walk around the palace with Ludwig.” He asked, taking by surprise everyone in the room, his gazing finally breaking to turn to his father.

“For what exactly?”

“I want to properly thank him, plus I want to show him our home, deserving enough for what he did.” Augustus though it proper, nodding and finally letting go of his son.

Feliciano quickly took Ludwig’s arm, and lead him out to another hall, Ludwig easily following behind him, quite excited to seeing more of the palace…as well as talking of other things with him.

Augustus and Aldrich watched them leave, disappearing behind a corner, in the halls that would lead them to the terrace in the back. Augustus decided on sitting down along with Aldrich to begin in friendly chatter, while they waited for their sons to return from the little tour.

Feliciano choose this area for the sparse guards that were there, not really watching, some deeper into the halls conversing with others. It was perfect to be alone with Ludwig and speak, a great view of the city behind them that Ludwig had been distracted enough to not notice the still hold Feliciano had on his arm. Once Feliciano could see that they were surely alone, away from the eyes of any guards, guests or servants, did he let go finally turning to him to speak.

“The prince!” was the first thing Ludwig omitted once he noticed himself that they were indeed alone. “You were the prince!”

“Glad I was that you did not notice.” Feliciano dared giggled.

“Why did you ask for my help? I was one of the many searching.”

“I did not know you were. I didn’t even know you were the part of the Germanic group that my father had invited to the ceremony. You just happened to be there, and you, gladly offered to help.” And he chuckled, easing over to the wall to rest his arms upon, gladly welcoming Ludwig to do the same.

The breeze was blowing strong, the late afternoon sun giving an excellent light to the city. What a wonder it was! Feliciano let himself be taken by it, ready to rest into dream that moment if Ludwig hadn’t continued.

“I wasn’t just going to leave you go the whole way alone.”

“That was very nice of you, and…” he turned to him, serious to the words he was to say next. “And even if I couldn’t get out, I still really wanted to thank you for helping me.”

“I should thank you for not telling your father that I was helping you.”

“If my father knew that, he would have held you prisoner, probably blame you for kidnapping the prince. You didn’t deserve that.”

“Well…that was very nice of you.” Feliciano chuckled yet again, this time covering it with his hand, likely embarrassed that he was smiling and laughing too much with such a stoic man.

“So…what you told me yesterday- was it all…?”

“Real?” Feliciano guessed, quite insulted that Ludwig dared doubt him.

“You don’t seem at all disappointed or angered as you were yesterday.”  And he was right on that.

“What do you expect? I’m supposed to or else father would get mad at me. He was especially mad yesterday after everything.” And any trace of joy was left as he recalled what happened. “He was screaming, loudly. When I left the room we were talking in, most of our servants were cowering away, afraid of what my father could do that angry.”

“What was he going on with exactly?” he eased closer, after all, Feliciano trusted him with this information, and he preferred that it stayed between them in quiet whispers.

“Basically what you heard him say last night. How I ruined the celebration, that something could have happened to me, and that… I wasn’t ready to head out to the city, apparently…” he gazed away from him, his eyes saddened, his entire composure falling like the leaves in front of them that pushed down with the strong passing wind, and yet his smile refused to leave him. “I’m too weak, that I would simply be used off and I would be too naïve to notice.” He was probably quoting all this from what his father had told him, the words having repeated themselves in his head as soon as Augustus uttered them.

“Why does he force you so much to stay in the palace?”

“He still sees me as the little crying baby boy he held back when I was born eighteen years ago. My mother used her last dying breath to tell him that she wanted me safe, to remain in the palace for as long they could keep me here. They thought everything outside our walls would corrupt my innocence, so ever since, I’ve been locked here.” And silence was met afterwards, Ludwig hoping that it could clam him for now, let the breeze work more of the cooling it had been doing.

“Does your father even think to let you go out?”

“He says he will, step by step.” Whatever that meant exactly to how things worked there.

“You are finally of age, I assume he expected for you to reach it to start.”

“I did wish to at least give the city a stroll as a gift.”

“And did he accept?”

“If a guard is at my side the entire time.” At least his father was kind enough to let him.

It was about time to start letting him go out, and although they were still rules and watchful eyes, it was something after only remaining in these magnificent walls…even after his try at the escape.

“What if I choose you?” Ludwig looked to him, making sure he heard him correctly.

“I don’t think they’ll let me.”

“Father won’t mind, as long as someone is with me there is no problem. You are Aldrich’s son, plus you’re strong like a guard would be, you’re as perfect as any other I could choose.” He smiled hoping it was enough to coax him.

It was late by then, the streets practically empty except for the guards that passed from time to time still in their search. No trace was yet to be found of the prince, and many guards thus were told to head over out of the city to search along with the emperor. Aldrich had been one of those that joined along with them, telling Ludwig and Roderich to maintain their search still in the city.

It was a search Ludwig was still dedicated to, having just finished with one of the near baths. After the long night, Roderich was tempted to head inside for a washing of his own. Ludwig refused to let him, saying that it was unfit to rest and enjoy from this when the city was in turmoil for the wellbeing of the prince.

“We don’t even know how this prince looks like. He could have passed right by us and we wouldn’t have noticed.” Roderich commented angrily, sitting down by some stairs, taking in breaths and for once calming down.

“They told us to keep our eyes open for any unusual behaviors. We will just make do with that.” The prince could have his robe, maybe his own crown, a sort of richness in his clothing that could be seen easily. That’s how Ludwig hoped to find him at least.

Roderich huffed to the ground, tired enough to fall down to the dirty floor to sleep. The taller noticed, sighting, but deciding to give Roderich a break for once.

“You may return to the inn if you wish, I’ll continue with the search on my own.” Roderich was relieved to hear that, and wasted no time on heading his way back to the inn, hurried, afraid that Ludwig would call him back.

It seemed that he would be on his own, the dark, lonely and silent streets of Rome all for him, to explore secret passageways, statues, fountains, cobble, marble and ancient words scripted to the walls, all dancing and singing in his mind, serving a well distraction from his search. He let him all guide him around, opening new areas for his feet to stumble upon new. In his hypnotized state he did not notice that he was reaching the horse stables, where different horses from different parts of the continent where being kept.

Ludwig easily found their two, settled the furthest from the rest. At least they had space, a space Ludwig could enjoy as well, a break from his own search. He sat by a stool, petting both the horses, being reminded of his dogs back home. He dearly missed them, and he wished he could have brought them along on the trip.

Unaware to him, fine sandaled feet made their way down the side of the building, small stairs that fitted his small figure easily.

Building through building he had hidden, this storage one the longest he had stayed in. When he didn’t hear any more sounds in the area, he thought he could leave, sick of the foul smells of old meat and other mixtures for the animals in the stable. He wore a wine red hood, covering most of his figure, even his head. He was so preoccupied with leaving, that he didn’t even notice the other.

Ludwig, on the other hand, was lost in the memory of his dogs, but a single glance up, and the figure was clear to him. He grew defensive, taking a dagger from his belt to point menacingly. The hooded figure was immediately startled, turning so quickly to him that his hood had fallen, revealing the face of only but a young boy.

“Please don’t hurt me!” he said, his voice trembling. “I was only just coming down and I was thinking of taking a horse, b-but then, you’re there-pointing a blade at me, and I can’t do it with someone menacing me.” He admitted, still stuck in his place, clearly shaken, with tears already brimming on his bright brown eyes. Ludwig felt such a pity that he even lowered his weapon.

The boy let a moment of joy spread to him, a smile so bright it could have lighten this whole dark corner, but at the coming of loud group footsteps and shouts from the still searching guards, the boy moved closer to him, placing the hood back over his face, but not letting it completely darken his face so the stranger could still see him.

“Are you the stable keeper?” he asked Ludwig.

“No, I just passed by to see my own horses.”

“So this is your own horse then?” he pointed to it, letting himself pet it as lovingly as Ludwig did.

“Yes…” the boy halted every movement, even his breaths, as the guards passed, not glancing their eyes to them, as they had already cheeked this area, the young boy had already seen do it. Once they had passed did he let himself to move. He reached his hands to the inside of his cape, where he searched on his belt for a pouch, handing it over to Ludwig.

“I’ll grant you this as payment if you lend me your horse, and help me leave the city.” Now it was Ludwig’s turn to be startled.

The boy heard the guards pass yet again, which lead him to come closer, shoving the pouch to Ludwig. He had no choice than to hold it in his own hands, still unsure on what answer to give him.

“Please.” This time he begged.

Ludwig didn’t have much of a choice anyway, for the boy was already mounting his horse, taking the reins and looking down below at him, expecting him to be leading right away.

“Just till were at a far enough distance from the city, then I’ll continue on my way and you can have your horse back.” In the end he had decided to offer him help, although this all looked rather suspicious.

From what he could tell, as he lead him out the stables and helped him make his way through the city, slow since he was still walking beside him as he held tight to some of the reigns, he could tell that the boy had no weapon from the occasional opening of his cape. Although the glimpses he had were short, the clothing underneath seemed fine, nothing like even his own father could get with his friendship with the emperor. The cape was just as rich, not to mention that he just shoved at Ludwig a pouch of gold coins, which meant that he was probably a noble. He was harmless, nothing but an innocent boy trying to simply get out of the city. Ludwig found no harm in helping him.

“Are you planning to leave the city as you are?” he didn’t find on him any other bag, he only had but a small belt and he doubted it contained food and any other necessities.

The boy was silent at the question, his lips pouting as he realized this, grip tightening on the reigns. “Yes, I-I have gold and silver, and I can buy anything I will need out there.” He though it was enough.

“What if you get attack? Do you have anything that will protect you?” and the boy stammered, a blaberish of words as he tried to think of something he had he could use. He barely knew how to fight, he was not as strong as the guards and soldiers, and to be honest, this cape would not hold out any thief or bandit.

“I-I’ll run.” He answered.

Ludwig just hoped he was at least a good runner and had some sort of way to defend himself.

“If I may ask, why are you leaving Rome?” the question came quite suddenly after the silence.

“I couldn’t stand living there any longer.” Ludwig hadn’t expected him to answer, and with such a ferocity that had him turning in alarm.

“Why so? From your clothing I can tell you are of high class. You must have everything, a large house, servants and slaves, anything to your whim.” The boy hated how it sounded so much like his father.

“It all means nothing when you are limited to what you can enjoy.” He didn’t like showing anger to strangers, but after a life time of being told to remain silent and do as you are told, to ‘show that beautiful smile of yours’, being alone with him in the emptiness of the city, he finally could release what he could not in his home. “I’ve lived my life closed, expected to fulfill anything my father and brother wish, just for tradition and honor. Everything was controlled for me, my clothes, my food, and even my likings. There were days I wasn’t even allowed to gaze out the window, couldn’t paint what I wanted, couldn’t cook, couldn’t harvest in our gardens, not even sing and play the songs I wished to.” By now Ludwig wished he could have taken his words back, but he did no other than remain silent and continue his way, surely now more determined to take him out. No one should live with such restrictions.

“I apologize, I did not know.” And the boy seemed to forgive him with his quick smile, admiring how understanding the stranger was.

He leaned his head now to rest over the long neck of the horse, petting and whispering on how beautiful, tamed and loyal it was. He conversed with the animal like it was another person, maybe even a long friend. It was so sweet that Ludwig couldn’t help the slight smirk on his lip.

He could now spot one of the gates from a distance, ushering if even just slightly. The boy was jolted at the small quickness the horses suddenly took, his eyes having settled on the stranger who was helping him.

Sure, he had seen the occasional blond and blue eyed Roman, from the Italian province, Gaelic province or Hispanian Province, but he had never seen one with the features so prominent, skin so pale to go along with it, obviously not burned or hazed yet from the Mediterranean sun. He was so tall, and even under the tunics, capes and furs, he could tell he was well muscled, strong, such features even shown in his face, and oh dear was he handsome.

“You are not from Rome.” He identified, his gaze still strong on him.

“No, I’m from a northern tribe completely far from here.”

“A tribe?” that usually meant one thing. It had him sitting immediately well on the horse, terror in his eyes.

“A-Are you one of those barbarian murderers?” he was ready to run off as he was. Ludwig almost felt insulted.

“No! I’ll have you know, that in my tribe, I am considered a prince.” They weren’t as highly esteem as the emperor, but they were still dignified and deserved as much respect as any other royal member from the empire.

“So…you’re not going to murder me?” what a childish accusation.

“No, I will not, I am actually in the city by an invitation from the emperor.”

“For the prince’s birthday I presume.” Trusting his words, the boy settled back into the horse, leaning as he was, his still ongoing curious gaze on the man.

“Yes, but I also came to see the city itself. I’ve always wanted to come here, ever since a child.” The boy though it adorable, smiling and even giggling.

“Have you liked it?”

“I have only been here since the early afternoon, but from what I have seen, yes, it’s beautiful, I hope I can do more in my stay.” And the boy glowed like the compliment had been for him.

Despite how he had basically been trapped in the household all his life, from the occasional glimpses he took to see outside, the city was indeed a masterpiece, formed to every perfect detail by mind and work from his ancestors. It was a city to be proud of, dignified for the sun to crown, to reign…to be prince of.

The boy was going to miss it, but he couldn’t wait to leave it…he will no longer be a prisoner to it.

“I’m glad. I hope it continues to be what you expected it to be.” And they both shared a smile that exploded a sentiment in each other, flustering their whole bodies in an unfamiliar feeling. They had to turn away, suddenly afraid of it.

Never mind it, they should be focused on the road, the boy on escaping, and Ludwig on helping him out and returning back to his searching. It was no time to feel a sudden attraction to know more of strangers and passing helpers.

One of the less used gates was there for them, facing to the fields, mountains raging in the distance, dark and no guard in eyesight. Ludwig would have loved to help him out more in the distance, but he could not when he was expected in the city. He helped the boy down from the horse, making sure that the cape was well suited on him, like preparing armor on a soldier that was going off to war.

“Are you sure you can make it out there alone? I could wait with you till the morning for it to be safer.”

“I cannot, I have to make my leave now, before my family finds me.”

“Won’t you miss them?” Ludwig found himself thinking about.

No matter how they had closed him, his family most have cared for him to be so overprotective as to not let him out from whatever house he lived in. He wondered over how panicked they would be, how they would be as frantic to search as Augustus was doing for his son. The boy must have though the same as well, faltering on his steps, so close to running off out the gates. He turned to Ludwig, and for a moment he thought he was going to give up on all that now, to beg on him to return and apologize for the time he had taken from him on his almost escape.

“I will, but…I just can’t stay here any longer, even if I do care and will miss them along with the city, it won’t change how they treat me, it would only become worst if I return now.” If that was his final decision, then it would be.

The boy though he really needed to thank the kind stranger. With the familiar air they had grown, the boy though it well to let his hood fall off, to move his cape so Ludwig could take a good look at him, not darkened or hidden, now bright under the few dim candle lights that shone in the streets.

The city had been a wonder, but he hadn’t really met someone to go along with it, a Roman to shine as beautifully, like travelers so many times had told him. But with this boy, he finally saw it. His hair, his eyes, his skin, even to the features in his face, was like the bronze and marble around him, living as the trees and the water, taking the form on a human like this in front of him. He was left at such an allure from him that he couldn’t find a word to tell him, couldn’t even move the hands that were still holding the pouch with gold he had given him. Luckily the boy remained silent still for words to be needed, contemplating, his eyes gazing around him, until they fell on Ludwig, golden and blue meeting in quiet delight. Ludwig never though he could feel so in want for someone, for a man even.

“If only I could offer you more.” He finally said, even checking his pouch to see if he had some extra he could give him, but all he had now he would need.

“No.” Ludwig interrupted, picking himself up from his interested gazing and handing back the pouch to him. “You will need it for more than I would.”

“But I want to give you something as a token yet.”

“May I ask for your name then?”

“My name?”

“Yes, what is your name?” Ludwig didn’t expect him to feel so overwhelmed by it, like his name was a curse or something forbidden that should not be in the tongue of others.

The boy still stood so hesitant, anxious, but as he though on it longer, he though the stranger deserved this at least.

“May I have yours first?” He though it fare.

“Ludwig.” There was nothing holding back the strength in even the consonants. The boy could have melted into his arms at how readily he said it.

“I’m…”

“FELICIANO!”

the shout that erupted from the end of the road was enough to crumble the buildings around them. It had the boy cowering behind the horse, hoping that his father wouldn’t recognize him yet from the distance he was in. Could he still run? No, his father was coming down, still mounted in his own horse, heavily armed soldiers and guards to his command that instant, trailing at his back. He couldn’t risk running with people like that behind him.

Ludwig stood confused, offering to stand in front of the boy to hide, still wondering why the emperor would decide to pass through here.

“Ludwig!?” he noticed as he came closer, but he didn’t pay more attention when he noticed the small figure behind the other’s horse. He glared at him intensely, expecting the boy to come out and face him.

He had guards over at the gate, every escape now covered and giving no choice than for the boy to show himself. He shook, he trembled, he pouted, and tears began to swell on his eyes, switching his gaze from his father to the ground, feeling so small, embarrassed even.

“We spent months preparing this night Feliciano. People traveled over from places as far as Constantinople to witness your ceremony, we got the best of everything for you, I even sent for guards from all over the walls here for extra protection, and you ruin it with this silly escapade of yours.” And his tears fell, and his father didn’t do anything but stare, expecting an apology or any word he had on the matter. “If it wasn’t for Ludwig stopping you, you could have gotten out, you could have gotten hurt, kidnapped, killed!” The word had been so strongly shouted that Ludwig was afraid Feliciano would stumble in his shaken state. “The city was worried, your brother, I myself especially.” And for once he had fallen at ease, the more caring and soothing tone appearing. “But thank the gods, you are safe now, and no harm befell on you. Ludwig, I thank you for finding my son on time, you would be awarded fair soon enough.”

Ludwig had been so shocked.

So this handsome stranger, that he was on the brink of helping to escape, was actually the son of the emperor. He had been so dense to not notice, with his toga and cape, his taken care of state, his likeliness to the emperor and the older prince, even his story should have made it clear. He couldn’t let Feliciano continue with this heavy guilt, he had helped himself in this wrong doing.

“Sir, I-”

“I’m so sorry father, I did not mean for you to worry as you did, and I did not know that the ceremony came at such a high cost, but I-“Agustus did not let him continue, he was down from his own horse and was helping his boy to get on, not willing to hear any excuses he had for this.

A long line awaited them as they reached one of the gates, guards inspecting the travelers that came. Aldrich noticed it was heavier than the last time he came, surely because of the coming feast for the prince. They checked everything, even the men’s pockets, the inside of the vases some people brought. Nothing was left out of the sight of the guards. Any heavy weapons were taken to another building, for them to pick up once they left the city, and if any poison was brought, they down right refused to let them enter.

Roderich, Aldrich and Ludwig had nothing to fear.

They had indeed brought some shields, swords and bows, but that was mostly for if they found any problems on the trip here. They really did not mind if they took them, they could go back to them. What mattered was getting into the city and finding the place that Augustus had reserved for them to stay.

Finally it had been their turn, the guards quite surprised to see men from so up north, impression in their glances as they searched through them.

As expected, their weapons were taken, but other than that, they were allowed in.

Since their carriage was rather small, they let it enter the city even in daylight, advising them on how to get to the building they were to stay.

He was there, he was finally here, met finally with its people, buildings towering high, the dirt and dust that arose not enough to hide its beauty. Aldrich said that this was the poorest part of the city, and Ludwig could not see it, it was still so much more than his little village, their words forgotten as he let his eyes to explore.

The buildings that provided housings here were all form in different ways, each building showcasing a new form. It was well used, people coming in and out, carrying each different items like pottery and wool, or men simply heading out for a stroll. From these very buildings people starred into the city, a form of relaxation, to get fresh air, to clean, to even decorate with curtains and tapestries, granting color and uniqueness to each room. Then there were those who peeked out to stare at the newcomers, or anything that was going about in the city. It was the prince’s birthday after all, and even the commoners were excited over the feel of festivity that was sure to come that night.

Soon enough the atmosphere began to change and they were coming to a richer district, where even trees and different plants grew, fountains, stone paved roads and the fabrics of the clothing here seemed more elaborated and the people walked with more of a grace. Roderich paid well attention, envying their walk, their jewelry, the fabrics that swayed much better than the ones his uncle had brought him. The more temples appeared then, statues which had Ludwig stopping in his tracks, to the point that Roderich had to try and pull him with his moving uncle, who would continue his pace even without them.

Aldrich had found their inn, about to announce it to his son and nephew, only to see they had disappeared. He had panicked, but luckily they were catching up through the crowds, waving and apologizing for their sudden leave. Apparently Ludwig distracted himself with a simple wall that held the painted scene of a battle in the coliseum.  Aldrich had told them that they would be enough time in Rome for them to see whatever they wished, but for now they should focus on settling in their inn and getting ready for the feast.

Aldrich had dealt with offering some papers Augustus had given him to present to the inn keeper, and leading their way to their assigned room. It was much better than the last place he had stayed in he would admit. Walls decorated in fine colors and design, small, but it was just the amount of space they needed, three beds, three small tables, and windows witnessing an inner garden of the inn, rich curtains to cover if anything.

If any of their people were here, they would think this of kings, but Aldrich and Ludwig had not ever been treated with such luxuries, and they were of royalty back in their tribes. Once everything was set and ready, they began with their changing. The feast was surely to begin soon, the sun was to set and Augustus said it would start soon after it, when the first stars spread across the sky.

On his trips, Aldrich had managed to get Roderich and Ludwig a new assortment of clothing for this visit, plainly Germanic of course, with the usual symbols, heavy fur garments and boots. Ludwig much preferred this than the simpler and colorful ones that Helga usually made him wear. Roderich on the other hand, hated them, made him look much smaller than what he was. But in Rome, they wanted to make clear their origins, and Aldrich and Ludwig succeeded well in so as they made their way to the palace.

They were obvious, different and even standing out. It grabbed the eyes of many, who never really had the chance to see people far from over the Rhine River. They felt rather confident, even dignified as they joined a crowd made up of the richest members of the city, many of their best soldiers and fighters, and of course, positions of power. Guards lead people to their assigned spots, where they were to witness the beginning of the festivity. They got somewhere at the very front, giving Ludwig a clear view of the palace.

It was large, extending on either side almost infinitely, pillars standing high, windows and doors that could lead to hundreds of different things to see in one single building. It was decorated with red fabrics and flags for the occasion. Imperial it stood, showing indeed that the members inside were of the highest power in the continent, what they thought were those chosen by the very gods.

A lot of people were crowded around a figure that Ludwig could not identify. Guards were constantly around making sure that no harm came to this specific person, yet that didn’t stop him from coming into crowds, welcoming and chatting with the people he had invited to come. Another person stood by his side, much smaller, not really offering his talking, but maybe some grunted greetings. As they came closer, they became more evident, and from the solar crown on one of their heads, long tunic, the purple trabea, plus the other golden accessories, that this was the roman emperor.

Ludwig could feel his knees trembles, and as he greeted the group right next to them, he knew that soon enough they would get their own greetings. He settled his breaths, and remained standing straight, hands on his back, eyes focused and serious.

The emperor’s eyes then met with Aldrich’s, his smile for once genuine as he rushed forward to him, grabbing his hand and shaking it eagerly, different from the fast and nonchalant ones he had been given to everyone else.

“You came!” he said, on the verge of shouting it in joy.

Aldrich even bowed, which earned a roll of the eyes for Augustus, immediately raising him up after he was done.

“Is the inn to your liking? I would have gotten you a room in the palace, but we had more visitors than we were expecting.”

“It is enough Augustus, no need to fret.”

“If any problems arise just make hast here and I will have someone fix it, how about the trip?” and they went on in a conversation about the journey, one that even bore Roderich, Ludwig and Lovino.

It was a huff from the young prince that reminded Augustus of Aldrich’s guest.

“And these, are your sons?” he finally acknowledge their presence, and for a moment Ludwig’s breath hitched.

“Not quite, this is one of my nephews, Roderich.” He introduced first, Roderich offering his hand and Augustus taking it his own greet.

“And this is my youngest son, Ludwig.” And now the attention was fully on him, Ludwig at such a lost that he extended his hand so quickly that he had almost hit the emperor in the process.

Augustus moved back, chuckling, but taking his hand to shake as well. “Easy there.” He smiled and gave them same words of welcome.

He gazed strongly at Ludwig, moving close, clearly exanimating him. “It’s true what you said Aldrich, he’s a replica of yourself.” He laughed, and Ludwig just stood there awkwardly, all words missing, not sure how to react to that.

It was a comparison he knew of, so he didn’t really mind it, but what do you do when the emperor tells you that instead? Augustus still continued to stare at him, his eyes never really stopping his exploring, until he once again met his eyes.

“You have a strong built, good posture, tall, everything I like in my soldiers. Do you do some training?”

“I practice with my swords and bows constantly, sir.” He admit it rather quickly, like it was a trained answer.

He nodded, quiet proud for someone he had just met. “Keep at it then boy.” He patted his back, wishing him indeed luck on his continuous training, and that hopefully one day he’d put all those things to test.

“Rome offers many places to train, mostly for our soldiers and guards, but you’ll fit right in. They’ll even help you in new techniques, I insist you go before you leave in your stay.”

“Will do, sir.”

“All right, now I’ll introduce my eldest, Lovino.” He pushed him forward, much to his annoyance.

“Pleased.” Both Roderich and Ludwig answer, giving their own bow.

He didn’t really answer or do anything, just grunted something under his breath. When Ludwig met eyes with him, he was glaring, hatred so obvious that Ludwig didn’t know how to respond. Luckily, a servant had just called for Augustus, something do with some last touches before the ceremony officially began.

“We must get going, enjoy the night my friends. I hope we have time to speak some more.” With a last wave he left them, Lovino following behind and not leaving even a glance.

Ludwig had fallen in such at ease, his breathing becoming normal, even hunching, his posture to the ground as he tried to calm himself. Aldrich and Roderich of course looked worried, thinking quickly that Ludwig had gotten sick, at the worst of times really. But quickly, after a couple of calming breaths, Ludwig was back to normal, standing straight as he was earlier, and now Roderich and Aldrich were just confused. Never mind this, the feast would soon begin, and their eyes should stare at the entrance of the palace, the tall stairs, from where surely the prince would descend soon enough.

Female servants were all placing themselves on either side of the stairs, making a line down, holding tall feathered ornaments to decorate his welcome. Males held flutes, bucinas, tubas, and tympanums, who would play once their emperor gave the sign. A priest was by Augustus’s sides, holding the necessary items for the blessing, a plate to put his Bulla, his new toga, and new golden crown. The crowd was becoming heavier, and many guards were sent to the backs so no others could come in and fill in the small plaza. The sun by now was out, the moon clear in the dark sky along with the coming new stars.

It was finally time.

Augustus went up the stairs, at least half way, at an enough height for everyone to see him. He pointed to the instrument players, who played a small little song to capture the crowd’s attention. It worked fully for soon enough the crowd fell silent, Ludwig mostly focused on the music, beautiful and completely different from anything he had ever heard. With another sign from Augustus, it had stopped, left away in an echo that Ludwig wanted back.

“On a night much like this one, Helena had brought to me another son, a bright and joyous little child we named Feliciano. He has solely stayed in the palace, focused on his teachings, preparing him slowly for his first outing out of the palace and into our city, where he would learn and grow to become a man and continue on, along with his brother, to bring forward the honor of our family. Feliciano is fluent in Latin and Greek, he has read the best works of our literature, seeks his prayers to Venus in our temple, he plays the cithara, filling his area exquisitely with the sound, he has painted even a whole hall in our palace in his art, a majesty they are, to us and everyone who ventures those floors. I’m proud to call him my son, and I am now pleased to introduce him to my empire.” and with another sign, music began, and everyone looked up to the stairs, expecting this prodigy to finally be seen by everyone in the city.

But as the music continued, as the servants stood still, and as they continued to wait, no figure ever came down.

“I present, my son, Feliciano.” He called again, hoping that he just hadn’t heard, but yet no one was coming. “Feliciano!” he called again, much stricter this time.

The awaited prince never made the steps down. Augustus groaned, clearly angry.

A servant looked above the entrance…and nowhere could they spot him, not even in the spot he was assigned to wait until he was given the word. She nodded her negative to the emperor, and to his embarrassment, he had to go up there and see for himself. It was just as they told him, it was empty, with no presence since most of the servants were out working on the ceremony.

“Feliciano!” he began to call on as he walked down the entrance hall, opening windows, doors and curtains, and yet no sign of him. “Feliciano!” by now his voice had become anxious, a sign for the guards to move from the plaza and start searching the palace for the prince.

Even Lovino, who grew just as worried, left his earlier position and left to find him, along with many servants. Other guards were sent back to search through the very crowds for him, sending away many of the visitors, who by now had whispered among the crowd with the very worries. Rumors going about on how he was probably kidnapped, or assassinated, they could just be awaiting news of his death.

Not standing to hear such things, the guards began ushering them all to their homes or their inns, saying that news of the prince would be given tomorrow and another day would be chosen for the ceremony. The plaza was emptied little by little, and yet, the three Germanics could not find it in them to move. Aldrich was worried just as Augustus, and really did hope he could help. The disappearance of a loving son was the worst thing a father or mother could go through and he would not leave their spot until he could come back out. Ludwig and Roderich waited just as patiently, wanting to wish the emperor some sort of condolences for the failed ceremony.

From the grieving look he had as he made his way down, and the several guards he had behind him, his search had been futile. He quickly went over to Aldrich, and he closer, offering comforting hands for the other.

“He’s nowhere in the palace, not his room, not the dining areas, nowhere.” He told him, eyes even seeming to shake in desperation.

“Did you send guards to search the city?”

“Yes, many, right this instant, their checking households even, I want no corner unsearched.”

“He will appear safely Augustus, I assure you that. I, my son and nephew will keep our eyes open for him, we’ll search along with the guards.” That didn’t suit well in Roderich’s mind, but Ludwig had no problem with offering any help he could.

“There is no need. I have guards working on it.”

“I insist, as a thank you for the invitation.” Augustus was about to refuse again, but the more he thought about the dangers his son could be in, the more he realized that they would need more eyes in the city.

“Very well, you may, if you are to get tired you may return to your inn, search any place you find he could be in.” another guard had arrived then, on horseback with others, they were the group that were to search in the outskirts of the city.

Augustus joined them in his own horse, wasting no time to gallop away, torches in their hands to light the way.

Once they had disappeared, finally did Aldrich move, nowhere near to their inn, instead to the city... to begin their search.

“Are we really going to stay up all night looking for the prince?” Roderich asked.

For years they had been the biggest threat in all of Europe. La Minaccia, a group of villains from Italy who worked much stronger than their mafias. They held their own powers, inherited in their blood, trained to steal, create disasters and help what they could in trying to extinguish the European powers and create a new government of their own. Constantly the leader, L’impero as he called himself, talked of creating a new Roman Empire, of bringing more to it than its original heights.

But Ludwig (Being a Rome enthusiastic as he was), knew of the wrongs, of the tyranny they could bring if such a thing were to happen.

This is where we bring Bestellung, a group in charge of making sure that groups like La Minaccia were stopped, with abilities and power of their own which they used to maintain the good in their society. Herr Deutschland, as Ludwig called his Superhero alias, was one of Bestellung’s best, practically a leader, next in line if something were to happen to his grandfather, Hochdeutsch. He had served in several missions for the good of Europe, saving even the world from different catastrophes single handily. His powers of strength and speed were envied by many as he was the inspiration of the people, looking up to him to continue his hero duty and protection of their home.

Rumors had been going around that La Minaccia had just finished training one of their newest recruits, surely of the family, maybe one of L’impero’s grandsons. From reports, they were sure L’impero had two grandsons from his daughter, but the youngest one didn’t seem to appear anywhere, some doubted if he was even real. Ludwig knew well of Il Regno, the oldest with Earth and Fire Manipulation, who hated his guts and was usually in charge of dealing with Herr Deutschland whenever he came to do his usual saving. Many times in their paths they have battled to the point where their teams would worry over deaths.

Would this new one would be just as powerful? Would he be as loyal to the group of villains? Would he carry on the menace of the team?

Ludwig flew over to his destination to find out, reports coming from an old abandoned factory in Milan. It was easy to get there and even spot, silent it was, with no trace of wrong doings in the making. With a similar silence he finally landed softly upon the entering doors, using his sensing abilities to pick up any trace of someone- …none. That was odd. Were they sure something was in here? He entered, and still nothing but space, dust and old messes left upon who knows how long ago. He dared to move forward inside, trying to make sure that his presence was silent, but yet his footsteps echoed loudly. It was distracting him from any other noises, not letting him hear that ticking correctly.

Wait, a ticking? He had captured it! But what was it?

He tried to see if maybe he could be lead to it, in the meantime trying to figure out what it was. As he drew closer to it, the ticking hurried, escalating and escalating until he realized…it was a bomb!

His speed had saved him just barely from the loud explosion that settled high into the sky. He lay on the dirty earth outside as he witnessed the building behind him, a raging inferno, the smoke arising to the sky as an erupting volcano would. And from all this, there was a figure that came out, a born phoenix out of it, to the figure of a young boy dressed in all too familiar suit.

Black, making him prominent, tight to see the contours of his body, slim and somehow even seductive. A cameo pendant lay on his chest, the design of a golden lion with wings, the Lion of St. Mark. Each La Minaccia member had a different one.  Ludwig thought it was girl until he noticed the Adam’s apple, and some minor male features in his face, short brown wavy hair divided in the center, falling over the sides of his face, and a rather odd curl standing in a twist.

He looked so young, an innocent smile and glint on his eyes despite hidden under one of those beautiful venetian masks, golden as the pendant…golden as his very eyes. He was not supposed to be wondered so much by an enemy, and an enemy didn’t usually just stood there and smiled like he was pleased to meet him.

“You must be Herr Deutschland, I never thought I would actually get to meet you after all the stories I heard from you. I must admit, I admire your skills and you are as handsome as they told me. Sadly I was sent here to fight you.” His tone, as kind, as serene… a greeting that even in his threat didn’t sound as bad.

He had been so strucked by everything that he couldn’t even stand, couldn’t even utter a word but- “What?”

The other only rolled his eyes, offering to help him up. Ludwig took his hand and stood, feeling at ease in his presence…despite being a La Minaccia member…and that he had basically blown up an entire building, and he could have been killed in it if he hadn’t been quick enough. Never the less, the man shook his hand eagerly while he was still holding it tight.

“I’m La Venezia, piacere.” He introduced, and Ludwig was distracted enough to nod and even shake back.

Just as he wanted him.

He let go and used a force to push him off far, having him hurling to a distant wall, crashing and breaking it apart, La Venezia moving quickly to begin his kicks, his punches, that by now, as Ludwig found himself awaken and ready, began to dodge, trying his own attacks which La Venezia avoided skillfully, with a grace and flow in his body that reminded Ludwig of water. It didn’t seem like fighting, it seemed more like a sort of show, in which they were only but the two stars, who kept dancing around the area, as they hoped to hit their enemy. They underestimated each other, this was coming harder than they had though, but in a single instance that La Venezia had noticed, he managed a punch his face and thus more open attacks were offered to him, weakening the famous hero each time. Hits continued on, until Herr Deutschland looked exhausted enough to stop, to fall down to the floor in defeat. La Venezia gave him the break, only standing as he saw him coward before him…he never expected for this to be so easy. Herr Deutschland was finally to be done for with a single ringing of his powered voice, and there would go any more worries La Minaccia had. Oh, but Herr Deutschland was not going to be defeated so easily, for during the short time of their battle he was charging a thundered punch, just ready to release and cause the necessary damage. Everything was just starting, and surely the both of them would like to continue to have fun.

But before anything could persist, before they all released hidden talents of danger that would surely put them at risk, something had come to kick Ludwig out of the way, a new figure appearing itself. This figure starred over to its brother, who smiled, the job was done.

“I’m surprised. You did excellent for your first mission.” Il Regno, Ludwig identified, was rustling La Venezia’s hair like a proud father with its child. “Andiamo, Nonno is done with his part and he’s expecting us soon.” La Venezia nodded, Il Regno taking a disk from his own boot, throwing it over for it turn into a hover board, with enough space for the both of them to get in.

They wasted no time on placing themselves on it, Il Regno igniting, already beginning their ascend. It was too late for Herr Deutschland to catch up to them, he had finally stood when they were up high, just ready to dash off.

La Venezia gave him one last glance, seeming to shine with the very stars that glowed behind him. He still dared smile, even blow a kiss, with such an endearment even in the swing of his hands that it had Ludwig stopping in his tracks to blush.

“Arrivederci, Signore Germania.”

What was it with that tone and accent? That made his entire body flutter, along with their disappearance, at too much of high speeds for Ludwig to follow. Surely La Venezia had some sort of…charming magic. All this swooning should not have had him feeling this way, he must be also messing with his mind. These…lights and seeing him as the most attractive villain he had met.

“Alfnod was trying too hard to convince them. I was at the verge of simply admitting the truth for him, apologize and hopefully the guards wouldn’t be so harsh with us.” Despite the late night, the village still remained as festive.

Children were running about, men were huddled in food and drinks, women cleaning or in their own circles, talking and watching over the children. Aldrich and Ludwig shared a table in a private corner, for the conversation only to be heard between them. They had barely moved from the table and were deeply set in their conversation, nothing even of passing distracting them.

“The wind was strong that day, so sadly the cover had been blown, and what we had brought had been revealed to them.” it was the type of thing that could have the entire village roaring in laughter, but Ludwig only gave but a short grin, taking a sip from his alcohol as Aldrich did his own.

“Did they still let you pass to Ticinum?”

“They did, but with watchful eyes on us all the time. Not at all pleasant. Several times they had the guards on us for any small thing that might seem treacherous.” Another sip he took. “We had to cut our stay short because of it.”

“Did you get mints though?” Aldrich smiled, taking a small bag from one of the pouches he held in his belt and throwing it to the table. Ludwig opened it to reveal the leaves, already a refreshing air, even if one so small. “We even got some seeds. Hopefully we can plant them here.” His eyes gazed to the area that they were expecting to grow them.

Ludwig then grew nervous to ask him his next question, his hands intertwined in the table to hold, biting his lips, his mind still finding the right words he could say without sounding so desperate.

He always though he did with this specific topic, many had told him so.

Aldrich noticed his hesitation, something that he had learned to spot in both his sons. He got more comfortable in his chair, his gaze now completely on Ludwig, expecting him to come out with whatever was worrying him.

“Rome.” he finally said, “How was it?” and he grew more confident, a begging in his eyes that even made his father chuckle, not understanding why Ludwig would feel so worried to say it. His fascination with the empire was no secret to himself, and he was quite excited to tell him what he had experienced.

He leaned closer, his voice down to a whisper, like a secret that was to remain only between them. “As grand as you think it is.” That light that arose in his eyes, one of those few moments that Aldrich could tell that it was what his son wanted to hear.

Only part of it though, he knew he wanted more information than a compliment like that.

“It’s big. The size of our village could be an equivalent to parts of their buildings.” Ludwig found himself looking around their village.

Despite its small size, it was what he knew, thus he considered it large for what it was. To know that there was something much larger just perked his interest even more, maybe even slightly intimidating.

“Their architecture was unbelievable, beautiful, every part of your eyes taking something unthinkable. Polish white and bronze marble that stood higher than even the trees around us. With designs, bends, arches, columns, and domes that showcased their incredible talent in art. Ah their art, one could stare forever at a single wall or statue, finding a new detail each time. We always questioned how they could make something so exact, and people were so used to it that they passed by it without a care unless they were studying it, or offering certain buildings prayers. People flooded and made the city the more active, merchants, feasts, games, soldiers, gladiators, different challenges to prove their strength and skill, belittling ours honestly. The guards couldn’t keep their eyes on us with so much commotion. We even lost the assigned ones we got after only a couple of hours. We even saw animals that I never knew existed, traded among them all across from different parts of the empire. It is rich my son, rich not just in wealth, but just about everything. Food so easily found and handed, fabrics so soft, our sleeping arrangements, probably the best rest I’ve ever had. One again I say Ludwig, it is as grand as you think it is.”

One could say, with the look in his boy’s eyes that he was in love. They would probably ask him who the woman was. No one was bound to believe that it was excitement over a city that he had heard so much about, that he had dreamed and had yearned to visit ever since the first time his father had sat him down on his lap and told him as he just did.

There was more to say, so much more, so much he could go into detail that would leave them there the whole night, but there were other matters to discuss in such a beautiful starry night as this, when he was to give him great news.

“While I was there…” his drink was done, only but a small amount that he enjoyed swiveling around in the cup. “I met with an old friend, who is now in a position I never thought I would meet him again.” He placed the cup on the table, board with his little game for now, and Ludwig found it added suspense. “He’s the emperor.” He said without a care, like he was talking about any other position in their village.

Ludwig had choked on his drink, accidentally letting his cup drop to the floor, which in turn got many eyes looking. He waited for the others to continue with their chatter before he leaned much closer, hoping his father could see how serious this was, and how he expected him to be more quiet about it.

“How in the world did you meet the emperor?” another question that Aldrich had no problem answering, leaning just as close, when suspecting the last stares from his people.

“Many years ago, when I was about your age, the emperor had just been but a guard at the wall, at a time when it was common for many bandits to try and make their way into the empire in brute force. He was well known for all parts of the wall for his great leadership in stopping these attacks, there were even rumors that he had even taking a group of six single handedly. I didn’t really believe in such a thing, so when my father had given me the mission on getting some items from a village over the wall, I went ahead without much of a worry. Because of the constant attacks, most of these soldiers were paranoid and on alert, so when I had come to pass, they thought I was another bandit. They held me hostage in one of the watch towers and didn’t let me go out for days. Augustus was in charge of watching me, and we used the time mostly to talk. After I was released, Augustus and I would meet by the walls, to exchange items or just talk as we had in the watchtower. Sooner or later, I guess you could say we became good friends.” He sounded regretful about it, but a later chuckle proved that it was indeed what their relationship was.

“But around the time I started being with your mother, he was sent off to Rome, apparently even the emperor at the time had heard of his skill and knowledge when it came to politics and adopted him into his family, in hopes that he would take his place in the throne upon his death. We maintained contact with letters, but they became less until there came a point I didn’t receive anything from him again. Last I heard was his engagement to a Greek princess.” Even in his common serious expression, Ludwig could tell the hurt, and the sort of betrayal of losing contact with someone he began to consider of good friendship.

“He never really told me about his new position. I assumed he got promoted to a general, so when I met him in the Pantheon, never I expected would I meet him as the great Emperor Augustus, in his purple trabea, surrounded in senators who looked at me as if I was the lowest of commoners. It was even embarrassing Ludwig.” He even leaned his head down in his hands, hair falling to his sides, hoping he could rub out the memory. “And yet, Augustus invited me over to the palace of all places, got me dressed and even my men in the softest of silks I’ve ever felt, perfect for the weather of the city I have to admit. He presented us with dinner and even music, even a tour around the palace where we spoke of lost years.” It was then that he took out a small scroll, pushing it close to Ludwig.

“He has two sons of his own as well, his wife died shortly after giving birth to the second one. I had the privilege of meeting his eldest, Lovino, who in my opinion looks and acts a lot like his father, a much worst temper though.” He rolled his eyes, his memory of his loud voice echoing across the palace, waking everybody in it, not at all pleasant. “His youngest, I could not meet, Augustus refused to let me. But, he is to turn eighteen shortly and a feast will be held in Rome for his coming of age.” he pointed over to the scroll, which Ludwig opened, to reveal an invitation for three to the very feast he spoke about.

With the date coming soon, his father would have to leave again. And once again he will be left behind to watch over the village. Yet Aldrich had been insisting that Ludwig opened it, his eyes remaining on Ludwig as he expected…something. Ludwig remained with his own stoic expression, indifferent to the invitation.

“So you’re leaving soon to Rome for the celebration.” Disappointment was evident in his voice.

“Yes, I am, but the invitation requires I bring two other men with me. I was hoping to take Gilbert, but since he is not here yet from his battles, I will have to take Roderich with me.”

Roderich?

His cousin who could barely even hold any of the weapons, that when the village worked he remained in the shadows hoping for the workers to bring him food and water, who got lost on his first hunting trip, who refused to use any of their cloaks or tunics unless they were the richest from the empire and his father decided that he should go through the excruciating trip to Rome? Of course he felt betrayed. Why give the honor to a spoilt man like him? He gazed at him from his spot, and he was currently on his own table, drinking his own drink while he participated in conversation with the young women of the village.

“And whose the other man you wish to take?” probably one of the other two men he had taken the last trip.

“You, son.” He though it was his mind who made up the image in front of him. “Ludwig, I decided on taking you this time on the trip to Rome.” His father was actually saying this, he was offering for once to take him.

“You…want me to go?” he needed to be sure, his voice trembling afraid that the chance could be taken away so easily.

“Of course, Augustus insisted on meeting my own children, and since Gilbert can’t, well, another member of the family could suffice.” That explains why he decided on Roderich.

But wait…it would mean meeting the emperor as well. He…would meet the emperor. He could have fainted on the spot, not sure how he could deal with being in the presence as someone so powerful.

“What about the village?” he managed to think of.

“I’ll leave my brother Korbin in charge until we return.” He assured. “You’ve watched the village enough times already, come with me this time and you’ll get the chance you’ve wanted so much.”

How could he refuse? How could he hold back from such a chance? Aldrich could already sense his acceptance. He did not even have to hear it to know.

“We’ll leave in three days. We’ll use this time to supply and get ready.” He stood then, ready to spend some time with other villagers. “Depending on the trip, maybe I’ll suit you ready to take the leadership of the village and the rest of our tribes. We’ll find you a suitable wife and you will bring forth a heir.” And he had left, not knowing on the sudden stress Ludwig had felt at his words.

The prospect of going to Rome at least distracted him enough to not think about those duties, standing forward from his table and thinking it a good time to head to rest.

Roderich had actually been quite ecstatic to be given the chance to go, even deciding to help Aldrich and Ludwig with their preparations for the trip. It was in that process that Aldrich told Roderich of what he expected from Ludwig on the trip to then bestow him as King of the united tribes. So when Ludwig and Roderich were in the forest looking for some herbs, rocks, wood and other materials, Roderich found it best to speak about this to him, in the loneliness away from the village.

“King huh?” he began, not knowing yet how Ludwig could feel about this.

At first Ludwig seemed rather confused, picking just then a branch that held berries they could eat for the day, but the weight came back again…the dread, the impending force of much larger responsibilities than what he knew, the life he was expected to have, his mind could have gone on if Roderich hadn’t asked him again.

“Oh yeah, he told you about it.” He finally answered, moving to another bush.

“He’ll soon enough tell it to the whole village.” How Ludwig wish he didn’t. “How are you feeling about it?” and once again silence. It was enough of a response for Roderich.

“I am the heir, it is something I expect and will be willing to take if my father deems me worthy.”

“Are you sure really? You’re not nervous?”

“I am, but it’s only normal, I’m actually quite confident, just didn’t expect it so soon.” By now they had enough items, and Ludwig found it well to return to the village.

“You are of age and have been tested by watching over the village by yourself ever since you were a teenager.” Roderich pointed out. “There is nothing too soon, and I assure you it is of perfect time and you are ready. The hard part will be getting a wife and hoping for male heirs.” That was one thing that was making this unfavorable.

He didn’t speak much about it, and hoped they both remained silent until they got to the village, but he had no desire of such a thing. He rather much deal with the dogs of the village then with a child of his own, and a wife just didn’t seem as appealing as other villagers made it seem.

Yes, there were excellent women in his village to choose from. Strong, hardworking and beautiful, but none had really attracted him enough in such a way to wed, and he pretty much hoped he could rule by himself. His father and his older brother would probably refuse to, and in the end, they will choose one for him and he would not be able to go against it.

But he had Rome to distract him, a trip that seemed like the last of his liberties before he will be turned king.

With much anticipation, the day had finally arrived. The carriage with their things had everything they would need, two good horses were chosen and all that was missing were the three travelers, who were wishing their goodbyes and setting some last duties before they headed off.

Helga had given them medallions for luck and begged for Wuotan to grant them safety. She was the last farewell Ludwig had wished, already taking one of the horses, his father the other, Roderich settling with having a seat in the carriage. With the whole village there to witness, they settled off, Ludwig only gave them but a single wave of goodbye, before setting his gaze to the now continuing front.

The forests here were familiar, he had been here, hunted and knew them well, but soon enough the trees and hills changed and Ludwig could see he was not home anymore. Aldrich them lead them, knowing the way well, pointing to each new different thing and explained as much as he could of what he knew. His son was of course interested, taking every single word and breath. His nephew on the other hand, was close to falling asleep. He did not really care about battles or legends or myths of every leaf out there, he just hoped to wake up to Rome the next time.

But the trip to the city was not at all easy, and it would take them many more days to get there.

They met with other villages, and one of them had offered them stay for one night. They continued through dense and small forests, valleys and fields that extended infinitely but gave them an amazing breeze, between high hills and mountains that had left Roderich and Ludwig amazed, never thinking they could meet such tall ones. They passed the more treacherous Alps, one night staying in one side, and then another to the more new side. Beautiful landscapes and lakes had them stopping, for them to bath and drink before they continued down. The villages they began to meet…well…more like cities began to present themselves, a preview to what they could expect in Rome. Already Ludwig was impressed by these cities, so populous and with structures he never thought possible. Many times he had his hands extended to touch every wall, every figure and design, making sure if it was indeed real. In the inn they had stayed, he couldn’t sleep, from the window gazing to the city, the hills that extended in the distance, the fauna and view worth his late night gaze exploration. They were so close to the main city, already meeting many of the more famous roads, overhearing some people who had just left Rome. Ludwig’s grip on the reigns of his horse had become tighter, a way that his anticipation was showed. He met with other hills, villages and large houses in marble and stone that made the scene the much more picturesque.

And in a single turn, that had caught him by surprise, it was there, seen from a distance in a glowing light. Arriving in the still early afternoon was the best lighting to see it in, like it was still his dreams, so breathless he was that he couldn’t find it in him to let his horse go faster, Roderich and Aldrich moving away without noticing. Ludwig did not care if they would arrive first to the city and forget about him, because this moment, he wanted to remember it well and this view, he wanted it to be forever in his mind, all in his grip to take before he would come closer, experience it as any Roman would.

“Ludwig!” his father had called, noticing how far behind he was.