Jeremy Herman
3/9/12
Assignment
#8
As the boat slowly approached the dock in Athens
Triarius was getting antsier and antsier, he soon would be getting off the boat
and hopefully finding his wife within the borders of Athens. He did not know what to expect nor how to
locate her in this foreign city which he had few connections, unlike Rome, and had
only word from his friend Cicero that she was somewhere in Athens probably
close to the port. This is where his
search began. He started by going around
to the shops in the port district, luckily knowing a little bit of Greek, asking
if they had seen a tall tan women with green eyes and long brown hair. However, the most common response would either
be “no” or “yeah I see women like that all the time.” His heart sank at these
answers, and after a long day of searching with no reward to be reaped, he
decided to sit down and rest as the afternoon was slowly inching its way
towards the horizon. Just as he was
drinking his wine and coming to the realization that he may never find his love,
he heard a giggle that was unmistakably similar to that of Adela and he turned
his head with a jolt. It was her.
However she was not walking alone, therefore Triarius decided to trail
to two and followed them all the way to a white house on a quiet street which
they both entered.
Triarius was confused and broken; it did not appear as though she was
being held captive rather, she was there by her own will. This confusion soon turned to anger, and
Triarius decided to knock on the door. “Knock,
knock” it was the longest 30 seconds of his life. Adela opened the door with a drink in hand
and upon seeing who was at the door was shocked beyond belief, dropping her
drink which broke upon impact with the concrete floor. No words were exchanged between the two; both
knew exactly what the situation was.
Soon a man walked to the door besides Adela, “honey, why did you drop
your drink, and who is this man,” and upon hearing that the look on Trarius’s
face quickly went from shock to anger. “Wait
I can explain” Adela said “he was my lover before I was married off to you
under our arranged marriage.” Triarius
however, now heated with anger as he had been tricked by the woman he loved, grabbed
his sword from its sheath and with immediate action pierced through the heart
of the man by her side. “You broke my heart, now I break yours.” Adela screamed
as the man fell to the floor and the blood trickled down the blood stained
floor. He then grabbed Adela forcefully
by the arm and said “you’re coming back to Rome with me.” Adela, not knowing what to do now that her
lover was dead at her feet, obliged Triarius’s request, fearing what he would
do if she didn’t.
As the two rode the boat back to Rome, not many words were exchanged. “What are you going to do with my Triarius?”
asked Adela “Don’t worry, you will see.” He answered. Little did she know many people would see, he
was going to make an example of her
Heart Broken, Triarius was filled with anger, Adela stopped loving him,
but he would make sure she would never love anything ever again.
