Two Eyes Cenote absque [ap]

“I knew I’d like you, commander,” from his mouth there burst gales of drunken laughter. His lidded gaze dropped to the dancers below, on the splendorous evening, but his ears were fully attuned to the Imperator as he spoke. His grin held.

“My goals? They are the same as any king’s. Expand. I can only do that by cultivating allies,” he turned squarely to Germanicus then.

“But should that fail– then I will cultivate fear in my enemies.”