Prince Justus' eyes slowly fluttered open. The ceiling came into view. Where was he? He groaned, sitting up. His head ached badly, like a thousand mills running in his head at once. "Thank Zeus, you're awake. Good morning, your honor." He looked to his left where the feminine voice came from, his right hand holding onto his banging head. Livia. "What brings you here?" He asked with distaste, looking away from her. Livia blinked, her hands stopping on their journey to offer him a tumbler filled with water. "You drank a lot last night. Prince Julian had to get you here on his shoulders," she informed him. "You must have good ears, Livia, I asked what you are doing in my quarters?" "Our quarters," she corrected stiffly, "we were married by the priest of Zeus yesterday." Justus blinked, glanced at her then fell back on the bed. "Leave me be," he ordered gruffly. "Some water will help, drink," she offered him the tumbler. "I can handle my own affairs, Livia, leave me be." "That
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