Father, I’ve met someone that I hope to marry. I know you feel I’m too young to be worried about boys, but love is love. We are, after all, the descendants of Venus. Now, don’t panic when I tell you his name, which is Otho. Yes… That Otho. The nephew of Septimius. I know you don’t like Septimius or his politics, but Otho is nothing like his uncle. He is kind and compassionate and dreams of becoming an actor. I feel like you are probably on the verge of throwing this letter against the wall… an actor and a boy related to the man you call the Great Windbag. But, father, I love him, and I think he loves me too.
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