“It was unspoilt, primal - a world of new beginnings, free and proud. A bright summer sun shone high and clear in the sky above, bathing the two figures on the hill with warmth. One was a woman, a mane of wild red hair framing a fierce and determined face. She had removed the clasp on her tunic, allowing it to fall to her waist, exposing round and pale breasts to the sun. The light gleamed on her milk-white skin, the succulent pink of her nipples the only hint of colour. The man at her side wa...tched out of the corner of his eye as her chest rose and fell with her breath. The man was strong and bearded, and he too was shirtless, exposing a muscled torso crossed with scars. His arms were thick knots of rounded muscle, and they gleamed with the fresh sweat the sun brought from his skin. The woman, Barra, scowled as her emerald green eyes combed the wild lands below. 'The Romans mean to have this land for themselves,' she said, a fierce edge in her voice. 'They'll treat it like some maiden to pin to the ground and take with the force of a bull, focused only on their own pleasure.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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