Snippet #5127

Vittoria knew he had no reason to help her. He had no motivation and she would be at a lost for giving him one. She had spent weeks studying the gladiators and the Devourer was the one she was meant to attract, she was meant to have him kill her father but how could she go back now. She was such and idiot. Why did she go through with this, what did she see in Spurius that she had not in woulfgar? If he had agreed to help her surely the plan she had would still work.

He seemed to be thinking about something and she sat and thought herself. On whether he was going to go along with her scheme. She felt the heat going to her head. The bad side if being the curvatious sister meant you had a lot more weight on you. She sat down and caught her breath attempting to keep her royal appearance through out the sudden rush. She could ignore it a bit longer now that she was sitting and she looked at him. He had sweat on him too though he would never noticed. It made him gleam in the candle light and she remembered that she had a weakness for an intimidating man. He had a power over her, she had to change that but not now.

He finally asked her what he would get out of it. This she could answer as the daughter of Caesar. She had all the resources in the world, after all her father owned it. Her body relaxed and she felt confident again. "Anything you want, Spurius. Anything." She meant it.