OK, so you know when you meet someone unexpectedly, and you just click?
I don’t mean like when you fancy someone and make them your mistress either. I mean when you see a Roman noblewoman across a crowded dance floor – a classy bird, the sort you can marry if you’re an emperor without having to worry whether she’ll be accepted by the senate, and the people, and anyone else who has the capacity to make life difficult. The kind of woman who’s good looking and erudite, and essentially ticks all the boxes.
You’ve probably guessed this already, but I met such a woman at Cassius Piso’s wedding the other night, and I have decided to marry her.
The only trouble is, she’s the bride.
His bride, I mean. Livia Orestilla.