Black Morass upon restlessness;

"teach who?" agrippina asked, a bit more brusquely than intended. "the royal children have their own apartments and their own tutors. i am not needed in that world."

yes. she preserved many things: a cloudy jar with contaminants breathing against the glass.

many things.

"teach you, karpos?" she went on, flicking clay from her palms and at last straightening. "what would you do with my lessons?" her own tease as at last she let their eyes meet in fullness.