He knew he needed to get cleaned up, and that she probably had some duties she needed to fulfill.
With a sigh he turned to his rooms to wash up and make himself more presentable.
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Straightening his toga he let out an irritated sigh. It wasn't as easy to move in as his tunic and the material seemed to get everywhere- but Flaminius had insisted he wear something more formal and then had him promptly attacked by some slave that pretended to know something about style.
His hair had gotten cut a little more, his face extra smooth, and just how he looked.. he thought he looked like an idiot.
Gods how embarrasing to be presented to the lady he loved looking like an idiot, he thought grumpily, following his leader.