Saturnalia was all but a memory, and today Marcus had commanded the auxiliaries in his troops to stand to attention and welcome the Praefectus castrorum; the new Commandant. As a prefect himself, Marcus was in charge of a group of men but had no imperium- no immense power, such as this man had. M...
Half covered in lichen and moss, the arch, which once held a stained glass window, looked blindly out across the white countryside. An abandoned nest hung from the weather-worn bricks in the corner, and Genevieve put one gloved hand up to it. The decaying twigs crumbled under her touch, and she r...