Redsand Canyon Chionóptosi

What a curious arrangement, the Roman had made with his mate. Arsenio nodded his head, understanding but not in his heart. It seemed a strange business ordeal, to shed a title in exchange for another. To become a wife to a man who was so clearly devoted to his duty. Would they not have children of their own? Ah, but this was not a question the Greek could ask of his Imperator.

I congratulate you, then, Germanikos. You are a married man! A great thing. Perhaps we should share dinner hm? With Tamar and your wife, the lady Ruenna…

It seemed to the redstone mercenary that it would make for a pleasant evening.

You will not seek to have children with her, then? Or is that something you have not discussed?