Cecelia blushed deeply. "T-thank you..." she managed to stutter. She wasn't at all used to men paying her compliments and she really didn't know how to handle it.
Aquilo smiled a flattering smile and started to head downstairs. "We don't want your father jumping to conclusions, now do we?" He glanced back at her.
"No, of course not," Cecelia said quickly, hurrying after him. When they arrived in the dining room she sat down and stared at her food, a slight blush still present on her cheeks.
"Sorry for the wait. My leg slows me down a lot." He looked apologetic at her father. "So what was it we were talking about again?" he questioned before he turned to quickly glance out the window to see how late it was getting.
Cecelia sat silently as the men continued to talk until even her father realised how late it was getting. He stood up and told a slave to fetch Aquilo's coat. "It's been a pleasure to have you for dinner," he said formally. "We must do this again sometime."
"Yes, we must." He smiled and took his coat from the "slave". "Nice meeting you again miss. Cecilia." He took her hand and placed a kiss on her hand. "Sir." He nodded before he walked out the door and toward his own house.
The next morning, Cecelia woke early and got dressed. Silently, she padded through the cool house, trying not to wake anyone. She was excited to see Aquilo again, although she couldn't work out why. There was something about him. When she arrived at his front door, she knocked quietly, hoping he would be awake.
It was late when Aquilo got home but that didn't stop him from doing what he came back to Rome to do. He flipped through his files and figured which ones he could get to before he has to leave and which ones would have to wait until he returned. He fell asleep on the couch but woke with a sudden jerk as a series of knocks sounded at his door. He got up and stretched before he answered the door. "Ah, Moss. Cecilia, welcome back." He opened the door and gestured her to come in. He tried to stifle a yawn but to no avail.
"I'm so sorry, did I wake you?" Cecelia said, her eyes wide with embarassment. She must have come across as far too eager. Aquilo would never want to see her again now. She had probably scared him off with her overenthusiasm.
"No," he yawned. "Is this about your brother?" He questioned as he closed the door.
"Yes." Cecelia nodded. "Although I wanted to see you anyway." She smiled up at him, her fingers twisting the bracelet around her wrist.
Aquilo smiled a soft smile. He led the way into his living room which is slightly cleaner than the first time she came. "Take a seat," he said as he Tokyo a seat in his chair.
Cecelia sat down, placing her hands neatly in her lap. "I could tell you everything I know," she said. "Then you could use it to find out what happened to him. I know it was murder, Aquilo, I just know it."
"I can't promise you anything, besides, 'I'll Tory's. Its dangerous," he replied as he perused her looks and motive. Its dangerous, if he accepts, both their lives will be in danger.
"For all I know, my life could already be in danger!" Cecelia cried. "I'm sorry to drag you into this, but you're the only person who can help me. I need to find out why my brother was killed. I miss him so much." Fresh tears welled in her eyes.
Aquilo nodded. "Like I said, I'll try. Now tell me the story from the very beginning." He waited for her to talk.
Cecelia took a deep breath. "I was in my bedroom, doing nothing in particular. Most of the slaves had the day off as my parents were out and so I went to find my brother. He always used to tell me stories when I was bored or play games with me. Anyway, I went into the garden and the gate in the wall was open, which was odd. It's never opened unless we let a guest in through that way. But I didn't know of any guests. I walked around the rose bushes and I saw him. My brother. He was covered in blood with his eyes open and staring. I screamed and fainted and I can't remember anything else."
"Was he having any problems with anyone or anything?" He questioned. He had a feeling it might be about the war.
"No," Cecelia said quickly. "Everyone liked him. He was a good man, the best. I've never seen him have an argument with anyone. Except with bad people. But there aren't many bad people around here, are there?"
"Sorry to tell you this sweetheart, but yeah. There's a lot of bad guys?, which makes this all the more dangerous." He stood up to stretch his leg. "You two seemed close, did he mention anything he didn't agree with. Even if he didn't say he disagree, there's a vibe you get when they don't agree. Even if its small, did he disagree with anything?" He stood and stared out his window.