He Would Kill You
A Germania x Roman!Reader
The scent of sweaty men and bloodied beasts filled the air and you were startled by the gathered crowd at the slave auctions outside the circus maxims. It was normal to have people crowding about to poke at the wild beasts that had been imported in or to spit on the slaves, but at the same there were more buyers here from the noble families then sellers today. You worried for the first time that you would not get your pick that is if there were a Roman in the Republic that could out-bid you!
You were the only child of a very powerful politician that this year had been elected consul and as such you were the next best thing to a princess. But things were never safe in the Roman world of politics where the high classes still remained on top and there were fewer consuls being elected from the lower classes to make any change. The scent of Civil War was in the air and though Carthage was on the verge of falling now, the rivals of the world were nothing compared to the rivals within their world. You had been informed of this by one of your father’s political allies, who seemed almost eager for someone to stomp out a threat of civil war before it could begin fully, and this information had come alongside a warning. A marriage to you would be a way for any young or old hopeful to get a recognised place of power alongside the daughter of a famous general and politician – you were a target and already you had felt groping eyes upon your form. Even Rome himself had begun his interest in you and this you father had been afraid of, so today you were looking for a bodyguard….
“Take me over towards those who would be sold to the arena, I want to see what’s been caught.” You ordered your servants who were carrying your little box around with ease – you weren’t very heavy at all, your father abhorred over-eating and so you’d always been pressed to eat and do many things a commoner would do as part of your father’s political appeal to the plebs. Your servants were of mixed race, most of them ageing captives from the wars with Hannibal where your father had gained some fame. They liked you, most people liked you and unlike some masters you liked them too!
“Come along people take a look at these beasts! From the lands to the east, the frozen northlands, the wine-rich west and the deserts of Africa… these boys would be great entertainment if trained by the right master or great choices for bodyguards!” The salesman was hollering and already you knew what you were looking for as your slaves stopped just behind the crowd near another Roman in their box. You flicked your eyes over swiftly to spot your old friend ______, who waved gently at you and whom you smiled at. You turned back to the sales and sprawled across your box to whisper to Hasdrubal*.
“Dru I need one of the Germanic tribesmen… father says they’re pretty loyal once you’ve got them set up well and they’re also the most fearsome. Do you agree with me?” You waited to be told how a man from Carthage would be a greater specimen of strength and loyalty, but he had no chance to advise you before you felt a pair of eyes upon you. These eyes you knew were the lecherous ones of Rome himself as his slaves sidled up alongside yours and he suddenly tried to lean into your box, almost knocking you off balance and onto the ground.
“Oh _____, I haven’t seen you since you father was elected consul for me… such a noble man and his daughter such a vestal virgin – you are the epitome of the nobility and what every Roman should aspire to.” Rome giggled almost drunk with his own charisma and it irritated you. He was getting so drunk on his power and ego these days that you could hardly stand to be near him; especially when he did not take any idea of civil war seriously and mocked those who spoke of it like rising street crime.
“Ave Rome… I see you are growing richer by the day, to see our Republic looking so prosperous is a fine thing indeed. But I must inform you that I am not to be sanctified or given false virtue by anyone. To be a model Roman citizen I must know my place, my duty and my beliefs. I believe in the people not in a person… that is why I am of the republic.” Your words struck a chord, almost as if you had been quoting one of your father’s own lines in office. Your virtues seemed almost more profound then any temple priestess and Rome’s face seemed to contort with irritation, were you indicating that he was acting like an empire rather then a republic?
“Have you thought of how any individual man could benefit you thought ____?” Rome grinned almost lecherously as he tried to move closer to you. There was a kafuffle at the slave stands and the sudden motions rocked the crowd. As your servants were jolted Rome and you were knocked from the seat and though he landed in the mud with roars of laughter from the slaves, you landed in the strong arms of something else….
~Germania’s Point of View~
I had been taken from my land, from my brothers and sisters that had fought and died beside me to keep ourselves from this servitude. So what if our lives were more simple then those of these Romans? We were happy and content as we were free to worship who we wanted and do what we wanted… we were not slaves. Yet I had been captured, wounded when a javelin tip had caught my hip and knocked me down in time to be bagged and caged like some wild beast. I had sat with others who had wept or died on the journey to the capital of the enemy and for each tear they shed my resolve to destroy this world became greater and I was able to survive.
But then they had brought me to the slave stalls, shaved me and taken the golden hair that my people had believed would bring me some kind of strength. I stood half-naked and bristling with anger against the cold wind brought by the Roman spring. My body was soon pebble-dashed in spit and muck as children and adult Romans that could not see me as anything but a barbarian passed me by. They could see the fire in my eyes and the strength in my muscles – I would kill them all if I had the chance.
But then an oddity amongst the crowd, though I saw many of these fancy Romans nobles being carried around like glorified beasts to slaughter my greatest enemy was revealed amongst them. I had watched Rome and his pompous guards lead him around the animals and point out what he wanted to see fight what. It frustrated me when he picked at the boars or the wolves… sacred animals for me; beasts that I shared a kind of brotherhood with. In my disgust I had not seen a stone thrown at me and when it caught my face and drew blood, I let my eyes cast amongst the crowds to see something fantastic.
Sitting within those seats with a look of gentility but anxiety was a woman I had never thought to see in my lifetime. She must be some kind of goddess or some maiden of the elements that lured men to doom or destiny. I stared at her beautiful ____ hair and her ____ skin that looked so soft. I was concerned that looking to her made my heart beat more powerfully then it did when I saw the blood of my enemy. This strange feeling was new to me and I was scared of it, but soon the anger built up when I saw Rome approach the enchantress. He was doing something to offend her, trying to touch her with his blood-smeared hands and I would not allow it. I grabbed the slaver that had my chains and lead within his hands and my fists hammered against the back of his head. The people screamed and moved out of the way as I advanced to kill Rome…
But then she had fallen, as if she had been a wild duck knocked by the talons of a hawk. I had no need to fight Rome when this being was falling for the hungry carrion beasts around her to stampede and slaughter. My arms went out and I caught her firmly. She turned to look at me with ____ eyes that burned into my soul. I could not open my mouth to say anything when her servants wrestled her from my grip. The guards hounded around me with sharps spears and swords, the crowd eager to see a barbarian’s blood on the floor. But then she had said something, Rome had made them drop their swords and suddenly I was hateful at her.
She had just let Rome save my life…. Even so I was made aware of my chains again and passed into the hands of one of her servants who was healthier and seemingly stronger then I could have imagined such a being. The tall dark Ethiopian had may collar in one hand and like dragging a dog he encouraged me to follow him to the back of the box where the beauty was sat again. I was startled though to hear a strangely accurate phrase pass upon Rome’s lips as he had turned to her.
“Give him the chance and he would kill you ____...” So now I knew her name, for what good it would do me…