Redsand Canyon seems a pity not to take a chance

Would she be Caeso or Caesar? Couldn't figure out if that was a typo or not.

Ruenna had imagined she was being led into a hallway, or perhaps some common space, and so she was taken aback to find herself in a private bedchamber once her eyes adjusted to the dim lighting. This was Germanicus's space, presumably. Also it was hers, even more presumably. Why else would he have brought her here, to this private space, if he did not intend to share it? 

Ruenna did not allow her eyes to settle for too long on any one feature of the room. She would examine anything of curiosity at a later time, when Germanicus's gaze was not upon her. 

She met his eyes of saffron, and their talk turned to names. 

So they would not change how they addressed one another. She was Lady Ruenna, and he Germanicus. Easy enough. At least she wouldn't slip up. He wished for the auxilia to address her similarly, and Ruenna murmured her assent. "As you wish." Although it was the second time in a matter of minutes she had spoken the words, they felt unfamiliar on her tongue. It had been a rather long time since she was subordinate and therefore subject to another's wishes, she supposed. 

Germanicus explained the roles of husbands and wives to which he was accustomed, and Ruenna nodded wordlessly. Truthfully, she was relieved that he seemed inclined to treat her as an equal, because it would have been a much steeper learning curve for her if she was expected to go back to being entirely submissive after serving so many months in the Caldera's leadership tier. 

He spoke further of names, this time making suggestions for the one they would share. "I am Redfern because I was born in Red Fern Grove. According to that naming tradition, my children would be Redsand." She guided the conversation slowly toward the more delicate topic: the one made all the more weighty by the presence of the bed in the corner of the room, towards which they both pointedly refused to look.

The marriage of herself to a Roman. She was married now. Or.. was she? 

"Is the marriage settled as soon as it is agreed upon, or are we needing to observe some additional custom?" Ruenna's mind flashed to the opulent, gaudy marriage ceremony recently held at Akashingo, and she was only just able to keep herself from shuddering. The very idea of all those eyes upon her, all those voices whispering their judgement as she, a woman past her prime, limped clumsily to the side of the stately Imperator... 

Her chest squeezed tightly. She was not used to feeling unsure or ashamed of herself. Not anymore, at least.