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Some time has passed, the Romans had become Christians and really don't care about other people, though they still may treat other people that aren't Roman Christian badly. Maximiliano was called back to Rome and so he had to go. However, Anyah would not be able to go with him because Rome was still hunting Gypsies when he went back.

The Romani’s and Anyah came to Rome for the first time, being able to do shows and provide entertainment in Rome's Squares. At one of these shows going on, Maximiliano was there standing with other warlords on a Balcony of sorts outside a court house. He was watching the Gypsy people’s festivities in the square.





Maximiliano was standing on the large patio balcony of the court house. There and many other royal people were watching the show. Some of them enjoying it, others shaking their head with disbelief. Maximiliano stood, like he always did. He had no emotion in his face and he stood orderly as if he was facing someone of higher command in the face. He was back in Rome after a large scale battle against the Salmation Armies. He let them to victory. Now he was considered what one may call an Admiral of War. He didn't spot Anyah yet nor was he really watching the show, he was merely standing with the rest of them until they move on somewhere else. Maximiliano was in his black full armor with a tradition, though modified black Roman helmet. His olive eyes sharp as always. He was a god after all.

He is the only god like person who wasn't killed when Rome became Christian, because know one knows who his parents were, to judge the religion.

Soon, the feel of the show darkened; some of the candles that had been lit, were blown out, with only a blazing fire at center stage to truly give a strange feel, was left. A strange hush fell over the band of Gypsies as a low haunting tune was played out on a violin of some sort, and from a huddle on the ground, rose Anyah. Her hair, fallen loosely where it may, some in her face, the rest, over her shoulders and down her back. She wore a beautifully embroidered beige lace up tank top shirt which seemed to have been cut off whereas to show her slender, tan, chiseled waist. It held fast to her supple breasts, which seemed about to fall out of the low cut shirt. Her skirt, a lovely evergreen color hung loosely around her hips, only seemingly held on by her gold looping belt which glinted softly with her movements. Anyah danced about the fire with her tambourine in one hand and two translucent veils in the other, one of them being white, the other a dark red. Her bare dainty feet which pranced so delicately upon the ground with each of her step, made her anklets jingle softly. Her long brown tendrils seemed just as lively as her, they graced the air with their liquid movements and fell softly upon her shoulders when she came to a slow in her dance. Her skirt flew wonderfully about her feet and made a soft shuffling noise when the cloth brushed against her legs. She truly was a sight for anyone's eyes. A beauty was she. Such grace had she. Her beautiful smile seemed to light up her already jovial facial features. All that were gathered about the place would have at least some sort of a pang in their heart for her. One could see why the women of her camp envied her, and why men wanted her. She knew not if that man, Maximiliano, would be there. She had not seen him, for so long.

He watched silently with the others, though he had seen her. His eyes landed on Anyah and his mouth fell open some. It was that girl. He blinked looking away, thinking. One of the men leaned towards him and whispered, "She is something isn't she? So tempting you must look away?" Max looked to the man, "No, I was thinking." He said before he started walking down the 260 step stairs to the square side. Eight of his soldiers followed in order behind him as he descended. Heads turned from the bunch of citizens watching as the soldiers came down the stairs. Some of them stopped their cheering and smiles thinking they might be going to tell the Gypsies to move on. The soldiers made it to the bottom after a few moments and pushed their way through the crowd. His soldiers spreading out people pushing the back and calling out. "Get back dirt!" And other insults. Maximiliano stopped near the shows stage and stood there. He was looking down somewhat thinking, his left hand fidgeting some, the way he stood it almost made him look mad or annoyed. Even though he really wasn't, though it would be an easy mistake to make. He didn't look up to Anyah who was standing, he merely thought for the moment.



A hush would fall over the gypsy's, and Anyah for once faltered in her steps...startled by the sudden calling out of insults towards people, and so forth. She looked about and saw the Roman Guards standing there. A great fear struck her heart as she focused in on them. Had they come to arrest them? What was going on. soon, the music would stop, and Anyah stood still, A soft breeze that had grazed through the area, made her skirt and strands of hair blow softly as they may. Her deep emerald eyes looked worriedly down upon Max, not recognizing him at first glance. She took a knee, in fear that if she showed no respect to them, she would be hung. She arched her back over and put one hand on the floor, bracing her self, and lowering her eyes to gaze at the ground in a respectful bow which was rare for Anyah to ever do, towards royalty, military, etc. But today, she was in fear. Her long dark tendrils fell from behind her shoulders, in front of her face, shadowing it ominously. Soon, the other gypsies that were on the stage at the time, that knew of the happenings, would follow her actions and bow as well.

He simply watched the ground a moment before he put his hand in a pouch and put about ten gold pieces on the stage. He then turned around and started walking off as he put his hand up with both thumbs erected. As he did all the people began roaring in chants and appreciation for the Gypsies. He didn't let her see him. This may be because Maximiliano doesn't think things would ever work with the girl, and because he doesn't feel the same feelings humans have. The people around the many patios on the building started to through roses down onto the stage, other people threw money up onto the stage.

Upon hearing the sounds of cheering and money being thrown, Anyah's head tilted up, only to see Max walking off...she did not recognize him just yet, but she thought it strange for a Roman Officer to do such things. She felt a soft smile forming at the corners of her beautiful lips, she had to find out who this man was. Damn her curiosity. Those that were in her clan were soon upon the stage, gathering the roses and money, bowing graciously, and some staring in awe. Anyah stood once more, letting the tambourine fall to the floor, as well as the veils. She jumped off of the stage area, into the crowd, attempting to run after the man. It would be fairly hard, due to the vast crowds of people that were in the surrounding area, but she would call out loud and clear with her rich and haunting voice with her infamous Romanian accent, "My lord! My lord! Please! Stop!" she knew not his rank, so she dare not attempt to call him anything other than her lord. She could only hope that he heard her.

Maximiliano stopped just by the stairs, one foot on the bottom step. His mean looked back to the girl trying to get through the crowd. He turned around and looked back to her. His olive green eyes cast out into the crowd, locking on Anyah's beautiful body. "What is it, Anyah." He stated, not in truly in a form of a question, back to her with his most powerful and demanding voice.

She quirked a brow at the fact that the man knew her name, but soon, Anyah's eyes widened as she caught sight of who he was...'It's him...' she thought to herself. She slowed her pace and stayed wide eyed; amazed that she had seen him once again. She slinked up towards him, finally standing just before him. She took a chance and reached her hand out to place it on his shoulder. Her touch was so soft, so loving, that it was unlike anyone else's. She smiled softly, and her meek smile, soon became a wide grin of joy. It was him!

The soldiers who had been following Max, grabbed their swords when Anyah put her hand on his shoulder. Though Max put up his hand to calm them and they slowly pulled their hands away and stood straight. Maximiliano watched her. "Anyah, why are you in Rome?" He asked simply. He then looked up the stairs at all the peers watching him with a repulsive expression towards his actions with the girl.

She jumped in fear as she felt the men's hostility and saw their swords. Her heart seemed to have skipped a beat. She shook her head and attempted to ignore them. She slowly grazed her hand down from his shoulder along his arm, to his wrist. She smirked sarcastically and laughed, "I am entertaining your people, Ma...er…My Lord." She knew not if he would appreciate her calling him by his name instead of by a formality. Her eyes locked on his, and slowly but surely, the memories of what they had done came back to her, as well as the memories of the reprocutions. The horrid treatment that she had been given for a crime committed through lust, that had leaked back to her camp elders. She closed her eyes, as if wishing them away. They would soon reopen, looking once more, into his own eyes.

Maximiliano sighed some, "Go home Anyah, don't stay in Ro-"

He was about to finish when a little girl called out, "Daddy!" She was running along one of the side walks, her mother slowly stopping by a plant pole and watching them. Max turned and kneeled opening his arms to the girl. She jumped into him for a dive-hug and closed her eyes. "Haury, when did you get back!?" He said grinning some looking down to the small girl, no more then 4 years old.

Anyah jumped a little at the sound of the little girl's voice. She turned quickly to where she had run from, watching the woman who seemed to be the child's mother. She looked quickly back around to Max, her heart dropping greatly. She had not stopped thinking of him since the day he had left her behind to head back to Rome, and this; was a grave pain that ached in her heart. She knew not why felt this way, She looked silently on at the little girl. She was so sweet looking, and though Max was a High Officer, he seemed like a normal man when looking at his daughter. She stepped back somewhat and lowered her eyes to the ground. Not wanting to interrupt the little reunion that seemed to be going on. She had stepped so far back, that she felt herself run into one of the guards. Her body went rigid. She knew that some officers there were dying to lay their hands on her, and in both sexual and violent manners; and she was scared.

The officer did nothing but push her back some away from him. Max let his daughter go and he looked back at her, seeing that she seemed hurt. He then looked back to the mother who looked away. "I'm not with her." he said looking at her. "Her husband couldn't have children, and since she is my best friends daughter he asked me to lay her for the man that couldn't give her a child. I did. And he died 3 months later. She decided the girl should not have any father at all so...", he said, shrugging some to her, allowing her to try and figure out the rest of his story.

She stumbled forward as the man pushed her. She dare not look back at him, nor did she look Max in the eyes. She only partially understood what he was talking about. All she really heard him say was "I'm not with her...best friend's daughter....lay her for the man who couldn't give her a child. Should not have any father..." That was all. She bit her lower lip and stood straight once more, trying to instill a facade of dignity in her stance. She walked once more towards him, and lightly placed her hand upon his wrist. She smiled delicately, but within her eyes, was an instilled sense of pain. Something she had felt for the longest of time. Since the time of his departure for Rome. Oh, how she longed to be in his arms, but she felt that it would be near impossible for that to happen. Especially in this crowd of Romans. Though their people's names were similar; the Romans and the Romani's, they were far different. That, was obvious. So it would seem strange for the Roman and this Gypsy, to have any intimate contact. Though if she were back in her own land, she would have had no problem going through with her inhibitions and urges, but here, in hostile territory, she dare not act on what she felt.

Maximiliano looked to the little girl. "Go with your mother, I’ll see you tomorrow, I promise." He said. The little girl nodded and then waddled off to her mother, who picked her up and walked up the stairs to the people on the patio. Max looked to Anyah. "This man," he nodded towards one of the soldiers. "Will escort you while you are here, and will take you to my house tonight. I'm sorry but I have business to attend to right now.” He said before smiling warmly towards her. He then started up the stairs, seven of the men following him, and the one man standing silently behind Anyah.





Anyah stood silent, she did not exactly know what to do. She turned to the guard and smiled weakly...she did not feel comfortable being alone with him, but hey, he was there to escort her. She bit her lip and sighed. "Could you take me to his place, good sir? I must speak with him, about some, uh, serious issues." She was not about to tell this man why she needed to, and the look in her eyes and on her face, said so as well. She sighed softly, and smiled as he began to walk on ahead of her, leading her towards Max's quarters. Anyah was fairly surprised that it was so easy to get him to take her. But, she kept her guard up, just in case something were to happen, that would not be enjoyed.

Maximiliano was sitting out on his porch talking to one of the men that usually stopped by this time of day for Max to sign scrolls. The guard would lead Anyah to Maximiliano’s apartment that sat on the top level of a large house on the Larch Way street which was famed for royalty. The guard would walk inside and then up the large cobble stone steps until they had reached the door to Maximiliano’s apartment. The guard knocked twice and stepped aside against the wall. Several moments later Maximiliano opened the door looking at the guard then Anyah. He was in a black/red roman velvet robe that had a silver chain running down from the silver buckle that held the robe over his shoulder. He blinked before stepping back opening the door the rest of the way. "Come in." he said.

Smiling softly, she would let the guard enter first, out of respect for him, and would walk in silently after him. She watched Max intently, and smiled in his direction. If the guard saw this, he would have probably had an inner fit. She stepped lightly, and her moves were almost cat-like. Graceful, liquid, and seductive. She dare not speak, however, not until spoken to. She knew not to take her chances in pissing any one off, especially in this country...the country of whose people had hunted her own until just recently.

Maximiliano turned around and finished his few words with the man that had already been there before he left, and the guard fallowed him out. They were alone now. He looked to Anyah a moment before he moved to one of the lazy day beds and laid down looking to her with his olive eyes. "So why are you all in Rome?"

She watched him closely and smiled, she hesitated a moment before answering, with a bit of her infamous seduction weaved in her words, "I am here, because my camp and I, were entertaining you and your people, Max. did I not tell you that? Or perhaps, it was because something drew me here..." she shrugged playfully and slinked towards him, her hips swaying just enough with each step. She soon stood before him, her hands draped idly at her sides, hair behind her shoulders, and eyes locked on him. Her skirt hung loose at her hips, and her bustier top barely covered her chest. Her beautiful lips curled into a sly grin.

Maximiliano looked up at her, his face stern and emotionless as it usually was. The god that Anyah had grown attached to didn't even feel the same type of emotions. Could he even love, or stay with one women? Max was silent for a few seconds before saying. "I see. Alright. Well it is good to see you, then." He said nodding some.

Anyah's smile began to fade somewhat. She felt a sense of animosity, of some sort or another. She bit her lower lip and knelt down before him, all the while, keeping eye contact with him. "Max...It has been so long...so damn long since I saw you last. I was afraid..." she cut herself short. How could this man of high rank understand or care that she had actually missed him? How could he even know or begin to even understand how she felt? So many thoughts ran in her mind at the moment, many of them questions.

Maximiliano blinked and sat up some. "Afraid?" He asked. Being who he was he didn't really get afraid. He didn't even know the feeling or emotion. He knew Value. And Might. He looked away out of the window seeing the sun had gotten so low that the stars could be seen in the dark blue sky. Max looked back to her. "It is getting late quick." He said getting up and moving to a table where he grabbed a few grapes from a platter that was set there. "What are your plans for this evening, Anyah?"

She nodded and kept her eyes on him. "Afraid that...." she changed the subject quickly to keep up wit his conversation, "I agree, it is getting late rather quickly." She stood as well and walked after him, "I have no plans, my camp has set a site up, and they were to rest this evening...but I, have nothing to do. Why do you ask?" She stood beside him, looking up at him. Not knowing what he was getting at. She had a quirk to her right brow, and her smile from before, began to find its way back onto her lips.

Maximiliano sighed and  looked away. Obviously he wasn't thinking of anything like that before but it had hit his mind now. He didn't feel anything for sexual relations, which bothered him some since he knew the way Anyah looked at him. He was thinking of what to do before he grabbed the platter and then held it out for her to take some fruit if she wanted.

Anyah looked to the plate of fruit and shook her head. She was not hungry. She bit her lower lip once more and lowered her eyes. the smile, once more fading from her lips. She did not know what to do at this point. Ever since he had left, she could not get him off her mind, no matter how much she tried. But now that he was near, she felt nervous. Had she only allowed herself to think she had feelings for this enigmatic Roman man? Were her thoughts of the past few years meaningless? She did not know. She placed her hand lightly upon his upper arm, as if wanting to say something to him, but nothing came out of her finely parted lips.

Maximiliano put the platter down and then looked at her as she put her soft hands upon his arm. He blinked. "Yes?" He asked looking at her a little curiously. Indeed he wondered what could be on the girls mind. He would then wait for her response.

She closed her lips together somewhat, and a fine crease appeared on her forehead, a sign of thoughts trying to make their way out of her mind and into the open...a sign of their struggle to get out first. Her better judgment failed her. She licked her lips just a bit and began to speak, "Well...that night, when we..." she raised her eyebrows knowing he knew what she meant, "Did it mean anything aside from a quick time of carnal pleasure? Or no?" She really wanted to know. Even from meeting him in that lone tavern that first night, she had felt differently about him, than she had for any other man, especially a Roman man. And she just needed to have answers.

Maximiliano sighed some leaning back some. "I don't know. I don't feel anything. I'm different from you humans." He sighed a little more and put a hand on her cheek. "I am sorry that I am not what you want from me, Anyah. I can't help it...I was born of different blood then the rest, I have no control over this."

Anyah did not understand, "What? Not born of the same blood? What do you mean?" she had to think about the rest of his words for a minute or two, she ten spoke once more, "So, you mean to tell me, that this, would mean nothing?" She placed her hands upon his shoulders and drew herself closer to him, before he could even speak, she pressed her lips upon his in a soft yet deep kiss. Her eyes closed and she would only stop the kiss, if he pushed her away or stepped back from her. Her body pressed against his, and her warmth would probably be felt by him.

Max would feel her lips press to his. It took him a moment before he remembered how to kiss, slow he kissed back. He only really acted at the moment he didn't really think much of it. Though he knew he felt something for this girl, where he was more open to this female then anyone else he has ever talked to.

Anyah continued the kiss, but had slowed it somewhat. She felt some hope in the matter, seeing that he had not pushed her away. She would slowly draw her arms over his shoulders and about his neck loosely, pressing her body closer than before, to his own. Her kiss had started off as some sort of challenge, but she did not want to know, if her challenge had angered or upset him, and in turn, meant nothing to him.