SirWilfred
Rootin’ Tootin’ Buckaroo
—Historical Romance—
(Literate)
(Male seeking female)
(18+)
Setting: Ancient Rome
The streets were crowded as a triumphant brigade returned from conquering some barbaric tribes on the far northern edge of the emperor’s realm. This group was hailed with shouts and cheers, bundles flowers tossed down beneath their horses’ hooves as the majestic animals trotted down the cobblestone streets. Music sounded from the rooftops, children laughed and chased one another, dogs barked, and merchants shouted their wears above all the ruckus. At the front of the group of returning victors was a handsome Centurion who sat sturdy in his saddle and seemed to sit like a stone despite the rocking of his steed. The stoic look in his eyes seemed to imply greatness, and the chiseled appearance of his body made him godlike to the adoring peasants. He was to be commended by the Senate, no doubt, for his outstanding leadership on the front in the heat of battle. After all, he brought with him a significant amount of confiscated treasure to deposit into the Republic’s treasury- not to mention valuable information about the enemy. This Centurion knew he was receiving a hero’s welcome, and allowed himself to bask in the glory after months of harsh campaigns. However, his moment of glory was interrupted as a light hand seized his exposed leg as it lay against his horse’s flank. Looking down quickly, he found his eyes marching those of a woman. Beautiful, beyond all doubt, yet wearing the robes of a slave. “Have mercy, Centurion! Mercy, I beg of you!” she cried out, voice frantic and tears brimming in her eyes. The battle hardened warrior was almost startled by the scene in spite of himself, and pulled his horse’s reins back to halt the beast. A soldier stepped forward and grabbed the woman, jerking her back. But the Centurion raised his hand for her to be left alone. “Mercy? What can a creature like you have done to cause such feae of punishment?” he asked, voice hard and eyes unwavering. “Not I, great one- it is for my brother. He was sold today by our master and is being set to be killed in the Colessuem. Please, come and save him- I’ll repay you in any way possible. Only, by the gods please hurry!” The Centurion paused, listening to the woman even as the crowd roared cheers. How could a slave possibly offer such a man as he anything? Still, he couldn’t deny the strange urge to do as she asked of him. “Lead the way. If we get there before he is fed to the lions so be it, if not- I am not to be blamed for the fate of a slave.”
(so this is just the starter! The romance will of course be between the centurion, played by me, and the slave woman, you!)
(Literate)
(Male seeking female)
(18+)
Setting: Ancient Rome
The streets were crowded as a triumphant brigade returned from conquering some barbaric tribes on the far northern edge of the emperor’s realm. This group was hailed with shouts and cheers, bundles flowers tossed down beneath their horses’ hooves as the majestic animals trotted down the cobblestone streets. Music sounded from the rooftops, children laughed and chased one another, dogs barked, and merchants shouted their wears above all the ruckus. At the front of the group of returning victors was a handsome Centurion who sat sturdy in his saddle and seemed to sit like a stone despite the rocking of his steed. The stoic look in his eyes seemed to imply greatness, and the chiseled appearance of his body made him godlike to the adoring peasants. He was to be commended by the Senate, no doubt, for his outstanding leadership on the front in the heat of battle. After all, he brought with him a significant amount of confiscated treasure to deposit into the Republic’s treasury- not to mention valuable information about the enemy. This Centurion knew he was receiving a hero’s welcome, and allowed himself to bask in the glory after months of harsh campaigns. However, his moment of glory was interrupted as a light hand seized his exposed leg as it lay against his horse’s flank. Looking down quickly, he found his eyes marching those of a woman. Beautiful, beyond all doubt, yet wearing the robes of a slave. “Have mercy, Centurion! Mercy, I beg of you!” she cried out, voice frantic and tears brimming in her eyes. The battle hardened warrior was almost startled by the scene in spite of himself, and pulled his horse’s reins back to halt the beast. A soldier stepped forward and grabbed the woman, jerking her back. But the Centurion raised his hand for her to be left alone. “Mercy? What can a creature like you have done to cause such feae of punishment?” he asked, voice hard and eyes unwavering. “Not I, great one- it is for my brother. He was sold today by our master and is being set to be killed in the Colessuem. Please, come and save him- I’ll repay you in any way possible. Only, by the gods please hurry!” The Centurion paused, listening to the woman even as the crowd roared cheers. How could a slave possibly offer such a man as he anything? Still, he couldn’t deny the strange urge to do as she asked of him. “Lead the way. If we get there before he is fed to the lions so be it, if not- I am not to be blamed for the fate of a slave.”
(so this is just the starter! The romance will of course be between the centurion, played by me, and the slave woman, you!)
