Rome III
Even as the sun set it was warm Sibyl felt sticky as the litter moved, draped in clingy fabric and adored with jewelry fit for the oracle. She would have rather walked but her escort wouldn't hear of it, it wouldn't do to have a wife of Apollo go to a party alone. Despite the heat, or perhaps because of it, Magnus must've been in fine spirits to have a party. As they made it to the steps of the palace Sibyl was greeted by a party fit for Bacchus. Gladiators mixed with politicians and actors and whores. The walls shimmered with gold and the air was thick with smell of wine and roasted boar. The baths were full of guests cooling off, the garden's hedges shook with guests getting to know each other better but the throne room was a circus. It was full of guests feasting and drinking. As she entered the room the topic of conversation turned to the subject of her. She was the parlor trick of the night after all, at least the offerings were good. All the wine she could drink and food she could eat. A place was made for her at the foot of Magnus' throne and soon the novelty of her entrance passed and the party got back on track. She hadn't been to the place for some time and Sybil couldn't help but recall the last time she spoke to the princess. Something had happened in Egypt she wasn't sure of what but Sibyl knew it would bring a time of great change for Rome and the royal family. Maybe this was why she was here, maybe the change was to happen to day, or perhaps it was nothing and it was simply the same unnerving feelings she always had in the company of Magnus. Until it was made clear she made a point to enjoy herself.