"Nor I," she admits, unsure of why she is letting such words fall from tongue. "Gaius wanted an heir and yet after years there was nothing."

He was unable, not her, as evidence of her own fertility smiles and squeals and grabs at the material covering his father's chest.

As Lucretia had, she would have found a way, but it has always been comfort to know issue did not lie in her womb.