Spartacus(Lucretia, Naevia) SPOILER ALERT FOR ANYONE NOT DONE WITH SPARTACUS: GODS OF THE ARENA (a.k.a. the prequel season)
Lucretia sat there while they cleaned the room.
She was gone. Gaia was gone. Forever, if Titus would have his way.
She held the wig in her hands, caressing the locks. She wondered for a moment if they had been soiled with Gaia’s blood, before remembering that she’d found the wig outside the room.
It would have been fruitless anyway. Blood would not show against this color.
“Domina?” Naevia’s voice was uncertain. “The wig?”
Lucretia tightened her grip. Titus was taking too long. Too long.
“No…”
She held it closer to her chest. Blood would not show against this color.