Y/N stood beside Agrippa as they welcomed their first guests into their new home. Agrippa’s hand rested naturally against the small of her back, his thumb brushing absentmindedly over the fabric of her stola whenever he passed. Even after weeks of marriage, his eyes still sought hers first in every room, his expression softening whenever she smiled. To Rome, he was the empire’s fiercest commander. To her, he was simply a husband hopelessly in love with his wife. The sound of sandals against polished stone echoed through the courtyard. “Gaius Caesar and Lady Scribonia.” The conversations quieted as Gaius entered beside his wife. His posture was as perfect as ever, his expression unreadable beneath the calm mask that had made him Rome’s most formidable statesman. Scribonia walked gracefully at his side, elegant and composed, offering Y/N a warm smile the moment their eyes met.