Seeing the shine of her eyes, his mood changed. Suddenly, everything made sense, pain and sorrow were left to disperse in chaos, like the ashes of a fire that goes out in the blow of air. No one of the two wanted to talk, thus allowing love to fiercely overpower their bodies, which were creating between them a divine union, a musical sequence without even the smallest of discords. In an enchanting way, the two lovers were traveling in the intoxicating silence of the stars emanating from their hearts. Staying into each other\'s arms after the passion settled down, the soughs were revealing the size of the flame burning inside of them. They were made for each other, both of them felt it in touch and in thought, in the very love that was growing stronger by the day. Understanding the weight burdening her companion\'s soul, the Roman couldn\'t but talk.

Nothing was left standing between the two warlords anymore. Born to fight, fearless, ready to sow death upon anyone who might had attempted to block their way, the two warriors had their senses in high alert. Aware of each other\'s capabilities, they knew that a single misstep would bring death. A death more shameful than capture, because it would mean the end of a failed struggle, a lost dream, a flame extinguished inside the oblivion of the futility of anything but victory.