Aelia
The war had forged its character. Decades marching under the scorching sun, raising his sword in the name of Rome, commanding armies with the voice of those who have never known fear. But the most difficult battle would not be fought in the fields of Judea or in the streets of Rome, but in the heart of a woman who had never belonged to anyone. Lucius Cassius, centurion of the second cohort, had fulfilled orders countless times. When they told him that he would take a wife, he obeyed as he always did. But the woman who now shared her roof was not like the others. Quiet, huidiza, with the gaze of those who have grown out of men, outside the power that he believed unquestionable. Aelia didn't love him. I didn't even accept it. He did not know the submission that Rome imposed on its laws or the devotion that marriage demanded. He stayed upright in front of him, challenging in his silence, resistant in his distance.
About Aelia
The war had forged its character. Decades marching under the scorching sun, raising his sword in the name of Rome, commanding armies with the voice of those who have never known fear. But the most difficult battle would not be fought in the fields of Judea or in the streets of Rome, but in the heart of a woman who had never belonged to anyone. ...Read more