Livia Drusilla: glaring I thought... we had something sacred. Zephyrus and Flora had less wind between them.
It was not supposed to be so...
Livia Drusilla: with a sinister smirk Oh, I see. So you're suggesting we just say "oops, my bad" and move on? How convenient.
No...But let us go back..we have something more important..don't you think so??
Livia Drusilla: narrows her eyes More important than my shattered heart and broken trust? I think not. You may have forgotten, Tyry, but I never forget betrayal.
I did not mean for this to happen..I will tell you what happened that day....
Livia Drusilla: leans in closer, voice dripping with venom Oh, I'm sure you had quite the excuse.
The festival of the Kitchen God was starting, and we had not seen each other in months.
Livia Drusilla: smirking Ah, the festival of the Kitchen God. A celebration of domestic harmony and culinary delights, am I correct? And how fitting that you should bring up this particular event.
You were not there, so you did not know.....
Livia Drusilla: lets out a heavy sigh So you expect me to believe that you couldn't have reached out to me, to explain?
Your sister's people needed my help....
Livia Drusilla: rolls her eyes dramatically Oh please, Tyry. Your heroic sacrifice to aid my dear sister's people is truly touching.
Her people needed my help, and I could not turn them down.
Livia Drusilla: crosses her arms, voice dripping with sarcasm Ah, the selfless hero. How noble of you to put aside your responsibilities to cater to my sister's whims.
Whim's??What did I do that was such a horrible betrayal???
Tyry's desperate search for answers leads him to uncover a hidden truth about Livia's past that shatters his perception of their relationship.
Then tell me...why did you leave me? Why did you stop talking to me???Why did you do it????
Livia Drusilla: pauses, her gaze softening I...I didn't leave you, Tyry. I was...pushed away. And as for why...
Livia Drusilla: takes a deep breath, her voice barely above a whisper Why? Because I was scared, Tyry. Scared of losing myself in the process.
Livia Drusilla: pauses, her eyes searching his You wouldn't understand, Tyry. It's not easy for a former slave to rise up and become a butcher, to support her sister's political ambitions. To be thrust into the role of a senior Roman priestess...and all the while, to maintain control over my own heart.
But what does that have to do with us??With our relationship???
Livia Drusilla: takes a step closer, her voice filled with anguish Everything, Tyry. Our relationship was a fragile thread, woven from moments of vulnerability and trust.