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Post by oznerol on Jun 26, 2022 13:24:47 GMT -5
Caesar's nephew, Lucius Salvius Otho Cocceianus, clad in the mourning toga, purely black, arrives to the Imperial palace, to congratulate the Emperor for his victory and to present himself and put himself on his uncle's employ. He was a lad of twenty, and was unshaven and without much mirth, for his father had just died. The funeral had taken place and the ashes had been laid to rest in a marble-covered monument on the outskirts of Rome.
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Post by fairies wear boots 👢 on Jun 26, 2022 14:49:59 GMT -5
Cocceianus is received into the entryway of the palace with a markedly formal interpretation of ancient hospitality customs. While he waits, he is led to sit in one of the perystyles before a table laden with sweet fruits and what could only be rather expensive wine.
A short parade of freedmen and equestrians, nameless and unfamiliar, present themselves to the young Augustan relative and offer their condolences for the loss of his father.
Marcus Salvius Otho Caesar Augustus himself finally appears at the tail end of it, wrapped in his own matching pitch-black toga, and dismisses the gathered servants. Only a few praetorians remain, lurking in the distant corners and doorways of the deep courtyard.
The Princeps gives his nephew a formal wave of the hand just before taking a seat opposite him. His eyes were noticeably still accentuated by exotic makeup - grief didn't put a stop to all habits.
He lets out a gentle sigh, and offers his first words.
"My poor nephew, I wish I could have saved him."
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Post by sforza on Jun 27, 2022 9:05:07 GMT -5
The urban praefectus arrives as requested to the imperial domus. It is clearly visible that Sabinus felt nervous
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Post by fairies wear boots 👢 on Jun 28, 2022 21:09:43 GMT -5
Otho Augustus received Nero's last urban prefect on a portico facing into a wing of the palace that classified as sacred ground - Augustus' temple of Apollo Palatinus. It was a comfortable morning, with a breeze that came in from Ostia, cooling the brow under the solstice sun.
"Welcome, Sabinus; I trust that you have kept the city safe and orderly in my absence."
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