The Baths of the Praetor’s Villa: Romulus
Neral contently lay face down on a padded table in front of a large marble pool. Enormous statues of Ancient Romulan gods and goddesses stared down at him as he received his daily Laurentian massage.
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a figure in a black uniform approaching him.
“You know,” he said annoyed, “For everything the Tal Shiar knows, you would think they understand I do not like to be disturbed while I am in my baths.”
“My apologies, Praetor, but you said you wanted to be informed the moment the Pershing left Earth. It has departed McKinley Station and will arrive in Cardassian Space in less than 72 hours.”
Neral raised his head and nodded. “I suppose that means Tigranian will soon return to his annoying habits. Thank you, Titus. Go now, Keep me informed.”
“Yes, Praetor,” the figure in black said before turning around and departing.
Below, a figure broke through the surface of the pool’s heated water. Selonia walked up a set of stone steps and confidently strode over to the massage table, her naked body still dripping wet.
“I appreciate you waiting until after Titus departed to show yourself. Even the Tal Shiar doesn’t need to know what you look like under your robes.”
“Modesty is the virtue I need the most practice with my husband,” Selonia said extending her arms. Two slaves ran up and began drying her.
The praetor rolled over onto his side and took in the sight of his wife.
“You know, I command the entirety of the Romulan Empire, but what appears before me now is what I enjoy commanding the most.”
Selonia smirked at him.
“You think you command me, Husband?” she replied sarcastically as a slave ran a towel over her long blonde hair. “That is adorable.”
“I could have you executed for such an insolent remark.”
“But you won’t,” she said with a smile. Seductively, she sauntered over to the side of the table. Neral began running his hand over her bare stomach.
“You say you command the entirety of the Romulan Empire, yet you cannot control the childish whims of one pathetic human and his ramshackle crew of misfits.”
He angrily propped himself up.
“Selonia, we have been over this! I grow tired of discussing it!”
“Calm yourself, Husband,” she said gently pushing him onto his back. She climbed on top of him and rested her arms beside his head. She instantly sensed his breathing increase in anticipation. “Now, I know that you cannot officially dispose of Tigranian, but maybe there is another way…”
“I suppose you have a plan?” Neral leered as he ran his hands over the points of her ears.
“Perhaps…if I could convince you to listen to me,” She whispered before leaning forward and kissing his neck.