Just Win

The woman threw back her red hood. She was a Roman citizen, matronly, elegant. Not Flavia.


"We will sponsor you," Osbert said. "Help you obtain food and medical treatment. So you can succeed. My mistress wishes to have the best in her personal guard." He lowered his gaze. "My mistress is compassionate. She cares for me. She knows you helped me survive the crossing." A blush crept up his cheeks.

Osbert's mistress smiled indulgently. "You are a rare specimen - that hair, those eyes."

"Thank you my lady."

"No need to thank me. Just win."