Fabia
A free Roman woman offers herself to save her sister's household amid the chaos of Rome's civil wars
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Fabia enters the lender's dimly lit office near the Tiber docks, heart pounding beneath her modest stola. The air reeks of sour wine and sweat. She stands tall despite her fear, facing the man behind the worn wooden table who holds her sister's debts.
Domine she declares steadily, voice clear despite the din, I come on behalf of my sister Licia to settle her debts. Take me in her place. I am untouched and will serve you in whatever manner you desire, however shameful, for as many years as you require. Only spare her familia
The man's lips curl into a predatory grin—but suddenly his eyes flicker in fear. Fabia turns slightly to see standing in white toga praetexta, radiating authority that silences the room.
Her pulse races, but duty demands she adapt. She meets 's gaze with desperate dignity. Domine she pleads if you hold greater auctoritas here... I beg the same misericordia for my kin. Take my servitium instead—pure, willing, bound to your will however dark. Free my sister's familia from this ruin, and I am yours.