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When she wakes in a bed so unlike the one she's come to know in Darrow, Ilithyia simply lies there for a moment until she hears Albinius cry, then rises to look at her surroundings. For a moment, she thinks she has returned to Rome and a smile curves her lips, but then she hears an unmistakable voice.

Lucretia.

She's found herself in Capua.

Ilithyia rises slowly and it speaks to just how long she's been away from home that it startles her when a young woman hurries into the room, a gauzy robe trailing in her hands and lays it upon Ilithyia's shoulders. For a moment, she simply stares at the woman and although hers is not a face she recognizes, she bears the mark of her own body slave and, finally, Ilithyia's smile grows wider. More dangerous. She has returned to Capua and once again finds herself in position to retain status and power.

Once she's cared for Albinius, she bathes and dresses with the help of the slaves. Another young woman expertly braids and pin her hair and when Ilithyia leaves the privacy of her rooms and finds Lucretia, she is prepared for whatever might greet her.

"Ilithyia," Lucretia says, holding out both her hands and Ilithyia goes to her, clutches hands and presses lips to cheek.

"I've missed you," she says with a coy smile. "Have you met my son?"

He's with the slaves now, being attended to, but she is pleased to be able to introduce Lucretia to her husband's heir.

"I have," Lucretia says. "And he's beautiful. Welcome home."

Ilithyia's smile grows. Welcome home.

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"You don't speak. Your voice is unfamiliar, it would give you away in moments," Ilithyia answers. "For now, you'll stay with my body slaves. Understand this, their sole purpose is to serve me closely and dutifully. A body slave is closer to her domina than anyone else. If there is anyone we are able to trust, it will be them."

She wishes, not for the first time, that Thesella had not been killed. There is no one she's trusted as she did Thesella. Not her husband, not her father, not even Lucretia.

"The ludus belongs to a woman called Lucretia," she says, leading him from the alley. "Should she summon you, you must go to her, but say nothing. Pretend to understand little. She may lose interest."

When at his lowest, Sawyer expects, if nothing else, the freedom to be invisible. He's starting to understand how that luxury doesn't exist here. How, even among slaves who'll never see freedom or be able to openly speak their mind, he'll have to be careful not to stick out among the others. Being invisible isn't a given, it's something that he'll have to work on.

That's new. And not a skill Sawyer's sure that he has. He tends to be fairly loud-mouthed, after all.

"I'll do my best," he promises, shaking his head slightly, the humor gone from his voice. It's time to take things a little more seriously. "I'm a chatty sonuvabitch, but I can hold my tongue. There anythin' I need to expect from Lucretia, or am I just gonna get cozy now with your slaves?"

"She may want to have sex with you, but if I tell her I've had you already she will likely lose interest in such matters," Ilithyia says honestly as she steps from the alley, waiting for Sawyer to follow her. "As we walk, stay several steps behind me. Do not make eye contact with anyone, do not speak even if someone calls out to you."

She pauses, because she remembers her first days in Darrow. How strange things had been, how difficult. "Apologies," she says to Sawyer, and she means it genuinely, a rare sentiment. "This is how it must be."

He may not truly believe it when she says they will nail him upon wood and hang him to be seen, but she knows better. She knows what her husband is capable of.

He might still have a shade of a grin on his face, but truth be told, sex with an unknown woman is pretty damned low on the list of things that Sawyer wants to experience, certainly when he doesn't have a choice in the matter. All in all, having so much choice removed from him feels strange, but it sure wasn't Ilithyia's choice to take it from him, and he doesn't want to give her more stress than there already is.

Certainly if he wants to leave this area unscathed.

"Hey," he says, grin broadening for a moment as he reaches out to briefly brush the pad of his thumb against her cheek while they still have a bit of cover from the public's eye. "Ain't you got to be sorry for anything. You got my back, and I've got yours."

A brief smile curves her lips the touch of his thumb against cheek, though she lifts her hand a moment later, curling fingers over his, pulling his hand away. They cannot be seen as such, however much she may yet desire his touch upon her skin. "Should my husband be called away from the ludus, as he often is, there will be time yet for us to be alone together," she says. "But until then you must be careful not to touch me with too much familiarity."

This is all going to end badly, she can see it already. There is little to be done in the long term. She cannot imagine Sawyer staying at the ludus and she cannot send him out to make his own way in Rome. There is little chance of either of them getting away with such lies.

She needs time. Perhaps she can't see a way out of this from where she stands now, but with time, Ilithyia is sure she can come up with something.