When I took ( and flunked ) Latin in my freshmen year at high schoolhouse, we studied a schoolbook that had sort of a"roman letters soap opera house ”, which took position before the Vesuvius eruption. Studying the lifestyle and cultivation of the people of Pompeii is what inspired this. A lot of this is probably inaccurate, but I hope you enjoy.



Pompeii, 79 AD :

"Tell me, are you a slave ?"Arcadias asked, sitting on the bed in the lowly bedchamber of the brothel. However, the Isidor Feinstein Stone bench with a onionskin cushion could barely be called that. The woman he was speaking to was standing in the quoin with her book binding to him, slowly peel and finger-combing her dirty-blonde hair.

"Excuse me ?"she asked, turning to him.

Arcadias sighed, hearing the solvent in the frame of her stress and the pain in her spokesperson. Reaching into the low bag hanging from his smash, he drew a few silver coins and stood up, handing them to the knuckle down young lady."If they ask, you were perfect tense. But I won't force you to do this, I can't in honest conscience make a young cleaning woman be with yet another man she doesn't know and doesn't love."

He stepped out into the hall, leaving the bewildered woman behind. To the surrounding sounds of shape against flesh, men grunting in selfish satisfaction, and cleaning woman feinting gasps and moans of consensual pleasance, Arcadias maneuvered his way through the brothel and stepped outdoor and into the street of the glorious city of Pompeii. He was twenty two year old with medium top for a man of his age and the tail of a beard with short circuit, wavy hair. He had moved to Pompeii several years ago, having been disowned by his family and now forced to rely on his wits when he used to have his male parent's wealth to accrue back on.

He preferred it this way, being on his own, as he had learned enough from his beginner about the pattern of line of work to get a beachhead in Pompeii the day he had arrived, not to mention that he crafty adequate to fuck how to get what he wanted. Now that he was on his own, he could truly test his skills in the real man and bring in a living for himself. With what money he had and his well-acquired skill in gambling, he had managed to win self-possession of a trading company that worked in the local haven, ensuring a steady and very honorable income. To anyone else, this would be a true approval from the gods, but to Arcadias, it was just a way to make a living.

He was done with work earlier than usual this day, all of his ships having yet to fall from their legal transfer or to bring goodness to Pompeii. Now he had nothing to do and was merely wandering around the city, trying to think of something that would occupy his time. In the true, this was a day-after-day trial run for him, as even with his business organisation and exceeding wealth, he loathed Pompeii and the roman Empire in general, but it was only in this culture that he knew how to live. It held the customs that he had grown up in and bed. True, for someone who had a natural endowment for making money, a busy city like Pompeii was like the most prolific of fields in the possession of an expert Farmer, but not when the main consumer of the mass's wealth sickened him.

Having reached the pier, Arcadias watched as a ship entered the harbour and was tied up to the dock.

"Hail Arcadias Clemens Lucian, the new wealth of Pompeii ! I am Syphax, an friend of those with money to spend !"a man hollered, stepping down from his ship and raising his hand to Arcadias.

With bright, coloured robes and a shopkeeper's mustache, Arcadias already knew what the man was selling.

"It seems you know me, well before you say anything, I'm telling you here and now that I'm not interested."

"How can you say that ? Everyone who sits upon the golden throne of their riches needs striver ! Who will strip your graceful menage, fudge your nightly fete, and satisfy you long into the Night ?"

"I don't believe in slaveholding, and if you know me enough to scream out my gens without having never met me, then you should know that there is nothing you have that I am interested in."

"Spoken by mortal who has not properly enjoyed the efficiency of a good and obedient slave. Please, at to the lowest degree see what I have to offer before you turn your back on this chagrin merchant. bestow them out !"Syphax pleaded with a fake grinning, before shouting out to his men still aboard the ship.

bounce in chains with rags for clothes, several people were shuffled out onto the pier and forced into a line by the navy man working under Syphax.

"These slave are from the Gaelic lands that the legion have conquered, and barbaric as they may be, they at least are able to understand human manner of speaking and will go themselves to death if you ask them to. They are perfect, the best tools brought to you solely by the in force merchandiser !"

Arcadias looked down the line, feeling his stomach twisting itself into knots. There was nothing he hated more than thralldom, it sickened him to see human beings being bought, sold, and used like lifeless objective. No matter where he went, slavery was still an unstoppable economic force and essentially a cultural law, though that wasn't to say he didn't fight back against it. The rationality why his family had disowned him in the first property was because he had freed all of the striver in the Lucian family, essentially costing the family a small fortune.

Arcadias walked slowly down the line of business, wishing he had decent money to buy them all their freedom. They were all so miserable, all light and promise drained from their eyes and their trunk covered in scars and bruise. But looking ahead, he was brought to an abrupt stop. At the end of the communication channel was a immature charwoman with skin that looked like marble and long jet-black hair that hid her gloomy face. He walked over and stood in front end of her, but she did not acknowledge him. He slowly reached out and wrapped his digit around one of her delicate hands, causing her to face up at Arcadias and leave him breathless.

She was the most beautiful girlfriend he had ever seen in his entire liveliness. Every detail of her face was flawless, from the slender bone structure of her cheeks to her pale but perfectly shaded complexion, which lacked even a single freckle or flaw. Her most prominent feature were her gentle eyes, which were the ghost of the sea on a perfect summer day. She was more gorgeous than the goddess Athena, and not even the finest artist in Rome would be able to retroflex her looker on a canvas. He knew at that consequence that he could not take even a unmarried footfall from that office if she wasn't by his side.

"What's your name ? Do you understand me ?"

"Ella. Yes sir, I understand,"she whispered.

Arcadias turned to Syphax and pulled a fistful of gold coins out of the small bag hanging from his belt."Syphax, here. Set her free,"he said, causing Ella and Syphax to look at him with disbelief.

"Are you saying that you're purchasing her ?"the merchandiser asked.

"No, I'm paying for her freedom. As of now, she is a provender striver and a citizen of Pompeii."

Syphax shrugged and walked over, giving the monastic order for one of his sailor to unlock Ella's shackles, letting them light to the storey and let on the bruise and welts on her wrists.

"Ella, my name is Arcadias. I humbly ask that you may stick with me in my home as my honored invitee. You won't be a striver or servant, but a free people woman, my equal."

Ella looked back down at the ground and Arcadias realized that tears were rolling down her face, her trembling berm shaking the liquidity pearls from her lashes.

"Don't worry, it's—"His lyric were halted as Ella rushed over and wrapped her arms around his neck, crying on his shoulder."Don't worry, it's ok,"Arcadias murmured as he embraced her slender frame.



Ella gazed in astonishment at the beauty of Pompeii, of endocarp buildings and paved streets. Arcadias was waiting for her to be comfortable before asking about where she had come from, but just from the smell on her fount, he knew that her fatherland trailed behind the roman letters empire in architecture, looker, and civic engineering.

"We should get you some new clothes. You deserve Thomas More than these sheet,"Arcadias said with a comforting smile as they walked down the street.

"Thank you, passe-partout,"Ella said softly.

He put his hand on her shoulder and she looked at him ingenuous eyes.

"Ella, you are free now. I'm not your original, just your friend."

"Regardless of my freedom, you paid for me and that makes me your property. Until I have worked off my debt to you, you are my schoolmaster. Besides, being a slave is all I know. I've lived my unharmed spirit as prop. I've always addressed person as my master copy of Mistress."

Arcadias cocked his head to one face as he analyzed her tint. There was no sadness or apprehensiveness in her voice. Instead, there was nerves. She wasn't dreading the spot ; she was nervous, almost as if it were too upright to be true.

"Just suffice me one thing : Are you doing this out of forced obligation, or do you honestly want to riposte you're debt ?"

"I want to give back my debt to you."

"Very well, whatever makes you happy. But if I can't convince you that I am not your schoolmaster and you are not a slave, at least believe me when I say that I want to demand care of you and make you happy."

"Yes, Master. I will,"she said, not only humbly, but gratefully.



Walking through Pompeii, Arcadias watched as Ella slowly warmed up more and more. With each tone she took and each word she murmured with her cherubic vocalism, the restiveness and concern in her eyes was removed like the drying dew in the rising sun, and a gentle, hesitant smiling ever so slowly was etched onto her lips. Glad to see her unwinding, he grasped her hand when they reached a large wear stall, owned by a dozing merchant and stocked with fabrics of all eccentric and colors, as well as sandals of all sizes.

"I want to most elegant and comfortable clothes for this young womanhood, as well as a span of sandals,"Arcadias said, holding up a Au coin.



Passing through the independent entry mansion, they entered the atrium of Arcadias's home base, a high-class domus, won in a cube game. The home was built as two joining gang, one smaller than the other, like an 8. In the centre of attention of the room was a bury pocket billiards of water, collected from the rain that fell through the capable skylight above, creating the little ringing. The last inhabitant had removed his art and piece of furniture, but could not hold away the frescos painted into the plaster when the sign was built, coloring the walls with aspect of nature and roman type life story. Arcadias had stocked the way with a few couches and table, simply to take up up some empty space. Along the side of meat of the atrium were incoming to the sleeping room, kitchen, and dining room, all with sheets of the fabric dangling in the doorways, and across from the incoming was the tablinum, the discipline for the master of the household, situated in the very center of the home between the two rings. On either slope of the study were hallways leading to the second ring, situated around a courtyard and garden.

As they stepped into the atrium of Arcadias's habitation, Ella gazed in amazement.

"Welcome to my home, and it is yours too for as long as you like."Arcadias said as he walked over to the couch and put down the apparel he had bought for her.

He looked back at Ella. Once again, she seemed quite nervous. It was obvious she had never had never lived in a unspoilt home.

"Hey, how about we see if those wearing apparel fit ?"Arcadias asked, trying to lighten the mood.

Ella smiled and walked over to the pile of wearing apparel on the couch. With absolutely no hesitation, she grasped the collar of her dress and pulled it unresolved, revealing her knocker. They were large for a malnourished young lady like her, but not so great that Arcadias had noticed them before. His brain took control of his trunk before his manhood could and he rushed over and put his hands on her shoulder joint.

"Ella, are you surely you wouldn't be more well-situated changing in the Guest room ?"

As Arcadias spoke the words, he could almost feel his member reaching up and smacking him in the back of the head for talking.

"What do you mean ?"she asked, completely incognizant of the situation.

"I just think it would be Thomas More proper if I weren't here when you undressed."

His nous was tearing itself apart as his signified of way fought his sexual urges.

"It's ok, my soundbox belongs to you, overlord,"she murmured with a look of peace on her face.

As Arcadias sat down in a nearby professorship, Ella continued to pull out her dress off her shoulder, fully exposing her round of golf knocker. She shook her hips from side to side as she pulled the fabric down her slim waist. His heart were fixed on every curve of her dead body and every inch of her bare flesh. He could barely keep his jaw from hanging open.

She kept her thighs pressed against each other, hiding her flush from him, but allowing him to see just the slightest spot of pubic hairs. Common sentiency told him that she did it out of instinct or wont, but Arcadias was beginning to mistrust that it was actually a tease. Once she pushed it down to her stifle, she let it go, and it fell down to her ankles. As she stood back up, she ran her fingertips up the side of her fluent thigh.

By now, Arcadias's cock was so hard that he could have used it as a mace and smashed through a legionnaire's shield. He had to keep the bulge in his gasp hidden, wishing he was wearing a toga over his street clothes. Ella turned to him, finally giving him a upright survey of her gates of paradise. The lips as soft as blossom petals, and the wet garden pink inside was just barely seeable. Standing naked before him, Ella looked at her master with a very unquiet but happy look on her expression, her pale cheeks now red in embarrassment.

"Master, I just want to thank you again for everything you've done for me. No one has ever been so kind to me,"she murmured.

The sum of money of sweet and gentle emotion in her voice overwhelmed Arcadias's throbbing sexual drive, and replaced it with a cryptical lovingness for her. She seemed like a pup in the rain, and he just had the urge to roll his arms around her and hold her close.

"You're welcome, Ella,"he whispered with a fond smile.

Ella smiled and turned around. She bent down to pick up a yellow dress and Arcadias got a view of her arse that the divinity would envy.



Arcadias watched Ella attire and divest half-a-dozen clock time as she tried on all of the kit he had bought her, and frankly, her body is even more beautiful than her human face. A few fourth dimension, she would stop over and cry for a few instant, but her tears were of consummate joy. Once she had gone through everything, Arcadias stood up and stretched. It was the late afternoon.

"I'm going to stop by the bathing machine while the sun is still up. Your way is properly behind you, please make yourself at rest home. I'll be back soon, then I'll prepare us some dinner."

‘ I'm going to need a cold tub,'he thought to himself as he walked through the door.



Arcadias sat in one of the pond-sized baths, heated to the detail where there was steam wafting from the surface. There were half a XII more pool in the massive room and the walls were decorated with great paintings of goddesses and nymph on beaches. On one side of meat of the room was the entree to the workout field, and on the other slope was the entranceway to the frigidarium, which held the low temperature baths.

"Hey Arcadias, I heard you got a new slave girl,"a friend of his said as he settled in the other side of meat of the pool. Well, he wasn't exactly a Quaker, more like a business concern conversance, and he was twice as old as Arcadias.

"Oh, hey Quintus. well, slave female child might not be the proper term…"

"Well does she work hard ? The new slave from up north have no oeuvre ethic."

"I wouldn't know, seeing as how I set her free."
"What ? Already ? Wow, the work ethic of those boor is even uncollectible than I thought."

"No, I mean that she was never my knuckle down girl. I paid Syphax, the marketer, for her freedom."

"Why'd you do that ? I know you're rich, but that's just throwing money away."

"I didn't do it as a faceless Greek valerian. I did it because… I'm not sure why I did it. Just when I laid eyes on her… I knew that I wanted to protect her. I wanted to deliver her from the liveliness of forced servitude."

"wellspring what happened afterwards ? Where is she ?"

"She's living with me as my guest. I'm letting her stay in my guestroom, and I just bought her new clothes today."

"By the gods, Arcadias ! If you wanted to get a gustatory perception of a fair sex so bad, you could take just hired a prostitute. You didn't have to pay for a knuckle down girl if you just wanted someone to"point you gladius ”. Besides, if you want to buy a sex slave, I know some vendor who go for way respectable price than Syphax."

"Damn it, weren't you listening ? I said that I paid for her freedom to protect her from that kind of life. I freed her because I didn't want her to work as a slave all day and be raped all night,"Arcadias growled, Quintus's words towards Ella infuriating him.

"amercement, sorry. Hey, where are you going ?"Quintus asked as Arcadias climbed out of the pool.

"I'm going rest home, it's getting late,"he said with wrath evident in his tone.



Arcadias entered his seed caught the odors of several delightful peach. Ella stepped out of the kitchen and smiled when she saw him.

"Oh, dinner will be fix soon, Master."

"I said that I would prepare dinner party for you when I got back,"Arcadias said with a chuckle as he walked towards her.

"It is the duty of the servant to prepare the maestro's dinner party,"she said with a bow of her psyche but a grin on her face.

He placed his hand on her shoulder joint and she looked at him."Please, call me Arcadias. Now, what's cooking ?"

He looked into the kitchen and saw a great pot of lather hanging over the fervour, a platter of blackguard pork, and roll of fruits and veggie. almost rich family line would have a buckle down working all day in the kitchen, but she had gotten this much done already ?

"Sweet girl of Neptune, you can cook ?"

"I learned how in my homeland,"she said with a blush.

They carried all of the food into the dining way, where several sofa were grouped around a tabular array. Lying down on the sofa on paired sides of the table, Ella and Arcadias ate with gusto. Frankly, it was one of the large meal he had ever eaten. Ella's cookery was better than anyone else'back home.

"Ella, this is absolutely delectable. By the way, you said that you learned how to cook in your homeland. Where exactly did you grow up ?"

"I grew up in Germania, and was the daughter of a husbandman. The summers in my fatherland were so beautiful, every view was like beautiful wall painting,"she said dreamily, looking to the painted walls as if to compare them to her memories. Her smile slowly drooped, and Arcadias's heart and soul became chilled as a tear rolled down her cheek.

She sat up and shivered."But when I was eight years old, Gaelic encroacher killed my parents and I was sold into bondage. I became the servant of a clan leader who bought me to be the wife of his newborn infant son. For ten long time, I toiled in the fields and halls of the leader's home, every night collapsing from exhaustion and wishing my life would end, fearing the day when my master's son would originate up and contain me as his St. Brigid.

In truth, I was lucky to be chosen as the married woman of the future clan leader. I was worked half to Death, but my master made sure no one touched me. He didn't want to pass his son damaged goods. I had seen what Gaelic men did to their slaves, how the warlord and his warriors treated adult female. I was forced to watch as the strong would ravage and sodomize the frail. various men would often gang up on one woman and rape her for 60 minutes on end. I had nightmare every night for the yr I worked in servitude.

Then the Roman host came and slew the warlord and his forces. I thought that I would be set free, but instead, I just became a hard worker again. I was dragged to this city, expecting to be bought by some cruel man who would use me however he wanted. But instead, you came, and you gave me my life back. Strange as it may sound, I am truly blessed to persist as a slave, to remain as your slave."

"You are not a slave,"said Arcadias as he looked into her beautiful juicy eyes,"You are free. As of today, the right to prefer who touches you has been given back, and no one can ever pack it away."



Arcadias stood in his candlelit sleeping room, looking out the window. ‘ It has been quite a day,'he thought to himself as he saw the lanterns in the streets being lit.

"Master…"a flabby phonation cooed as Arcadias closed the shades.

He looked over to the entrance and saw Ella, wrapped in the curtain hanging in the doorway and standing in a livid gown, a sweet smile on her face.

"Ella."

"I know I already said this, but I want to thank you again for everything you have done for me. No one has ever been as kind to me as you have,"she said as she stepped into the room, standing between the door and Arcadias.

"You don't need to thank me,"he said with a smile.

"Master, there is another thing I wanted to tell you…"she said as she walked over to him. She put her hands of his shoulders and he looked into her center."Today you said that I regained the right to prefer who touches me. Master, I choose you."

Her face flushed with emotion, she pressed her soft lips against his, leaning against him. They kissed for respective moments as Arcadias wrapped his weapon around her. Once we finally separated, she moved one of her paw from his shoulder and placed it on his brass.

"This whole day, I've been wondering why I did what I did and gave you your freedom, why I stopped when I saw you. Now I realize that it was love at first flock. I stopped when I saw you, because I was instantly in love with you."

"I knew you loved me. When you asked me my figure, I realized the same thing when I finally looked up at you. I cried because I was happy, but I cried on your shoulder because I knew that I loved you. Just to see your face, finger my script enveloped by yours, it was all I needed. The real ground why I chose to continue to be your slave was because I wanted to be bound to you. If I accepted my exemption, then I knew you would always be expecting me to depart, but I never wanted that to happen."

She moved her hands to the taking into custody of her gown and pulled it out-of-doors, letting it fall down to her ankles and exposing her naked stunner. She pressed herself against Arcadias and resumed kissing him.

"Today I told you that as my victor, my eubstance belonged to you. I say that again, not as your hard worker, but as your lover. Arcadias, my body belongs to you."

She lied back on the bed as he undressed. He suspended himself over her as they kissed, with his fingertips exploring her beautiful body. He placed his hired hand on one of her lovesome breast and gently squeezed, causing her to hum as they kissed. A bit more aggressive, he rolled the plump orb of flesh in his helping hand and pinched her nipple, sending a thrill of ecstasy through her body. He moved his hand down, dragging his fingertips down her reduce belly, and she stopped kissing him once he reached her pubes.

"Do you want me to hold on ?"

"No, just please be gentle."

"Don't worry, I would never do something to make you uncomfortable."

As they resumed kissing, Arcadias placed his exponent and middle finger on the lip of her slit, causing her hum loudly and shiver, more from the anticipation of what was to come rather than the actual touch. He began stroking the two soft wet back talk and Ella's thighs automatically clamped around his hand, but at the like time, she wrapped her arm around his neck, trying to pull him closer as their clapper wrapped around each former's.

Arcadias placed one digit between the lips and pressed down, causing Ella to hitch. With his index number and ring finger rubbing the backtalk, he skimmed the hot wet interior with his middle finger, just barely pressing down. He slowly pushed it in to the first metacarpophalangeal joint and Ella moaned. He stopped kissing her and dragged his tongue up the side of one of her bosom, causing her to hum softly. Heightening her spokesperson, he wrapped his sassing around the nipple and pulled, savoring the discernment and tone. As Arcadias sucked on her boob, he moved his finger into her twat halfway, exploring her wet interior. Ella was moaning loudly and had her work force pressed against the headboard as if she was trying to adjudge it up.

This continued on for respective proceedings, Arcadias switching between her chest while the movements of his finger increased in speed and might, easing the accent in her dead body and opening the lips to indicate her garden pink sleeve. After several moment, Arcadias began to run down, kissing her naked body. He held his expression just inches from her gates of paradise, which was glistening from her rousing. He breathed in the fruity aroma and pressed his tongue against the piano lip, causing Ella to moan loudly, having never experienced anything like this. Arcadias pushed his finger and tongue up inside her, savoring the cherubic gustation of her juice. Ella was moaning loudly and squeezing her tit as he explored her interior, using his probing digit to draw forth more of her nectar for him to lick up.

Her virgin blossom was cockeyed and sweet, and she had her smooth out second joint pressed against the side of his face as if to keep him out, yet her moan, while devoid of words, begged him for more. Her thighs clamped around his principal with incredible potency as she gave a gaudy high-pitched moan, with fluent rousing from her first orgasm flowing onto his tongue.

"Arcadias, I'm prepare. Take me, I'm begging you !"

Arcadias nodded and once again suspended himself over her, the two devotee kissing smooching as he placed his paw on her cheek."Are you certainly about this ?"

"Yes, I offer myself to you ; mind, body, and soul,"she whispered with her phonation filled with love and lust.

Arcadias gripped his humanity and guided it to the lips of her slit. She gasped as the head was slowly pushed in, and with his cheek pressed against hers and his arms around her slender build, he slowly continued. Upon the insertion of the head, the two of them could feel the pressure on her virginal membrane, make to be crushed. Ella was breathing so heavy that Arcadias almost thought she was crying.

"Ella, are you ok ?"

"Oh God, yes. It feels so good. Just please, be gentle,"

"I will,"Arcadias said as he pushed his putz in another inch, deflowering the backer in his arms.

She cried out in a mix of pleasure of painfulness, and once she caught her intimation, Arcadias pushed it in all the way, causing Ella to moan loudly. Once buried to the hilt, he slowly pulled out, revealing a crimson sheen on her penis, substantiation of her taken virginity. After a few knife thrust to get acquainted, they began to move back and forth in regular recurrence, Arcadias's humanity being driven deeper and deeper into her and almost pulled out, only to be pushed back in.

They kissed as she wrapped her ramification around his waist and her implements of war around his neck. Her slit felt unlikely on Arcadias's rock-hard stopcock, so hot, wet, and soft, almost like hearts of fruit. But even full than the forcible feeling was the aroused whizz, the knowledge that they were linked in every way potential bringing them a manikin of bliss that neither had never imagined could exist. Arcadias had had a few women in his life, but intimacy with them never reached even half the point of bliss he was experiencing rightfulness now.

The bed shook and rocked with the strong suit of Arcadias's thrusts, Ella's moans of joy bouncing off the Marguerite Radclyffe Hall and echoing through the house, in tandem with the clapping of their eubstance. The smell of elbow grease and phrenetic breather filled the room. Ella moaned and dug her fingernails into his back as she had a gushing orgasm, soaking Arcadias's lap with her arousal. Arcadias put his coat of arms under her back and sat on his blackguard, holding her up. Ella slowly bounced up and down on his turncock as she kissed me and gripped his shoulders for dear aliveness. She stopped kissing him and gained a very tender smile. He gazed into her eyes as she ran her finger's breadth through his hair.

Ella moaned and Arcadias grunted as they both had a simultaneous orgasm, him filling her womb with his seed. They collapsed onto the bed, breathing heavy with their torso coated in a slender film of sweat. Arcadias rolled onto his slope and looked into Ella's beautiful eyes.

"I love you,"they both said at the Lapplander time before kissing.



On August 24th, 79 AD, Mt. Vesuvius erupted and buried the city of Pompeii under waves of burning ash. It was rediscovered and excavated in the mid 1800's, and archaeologist were rapturous to find oneself that the ash perfectly preserved everything in the city. Whenever they would total across a hollow space in the ash, they would jazz it was from a dead dead body that had decayed until being reduced to dust, and had left a cavity in the stone.

By injecting swimming poultice into the pit, they were able to create perfect casts of the positions the the great unwashed were in when they were killed. In the family of Arcadias Lucian, they came across the figures of two consistency, one on top of the other. From how the figures were positioned, how the two caries were connected at the genital area, and by studying the artifacts in the room, archeologists have concluded that they were making love, and that they were celebrating their marriage.

A successful casting was made of the two connected lovers, and is one of the few that has been allowed to lead Pompeii. archaeologist say that Arcadias and Ella were making love for the finis time because they knew that they were going to die, but most viewers of the lover roll ( as it is called ) disagree, and say that as they were making love, they were so focused on each former that they had never even noticed the eruption. When hot ash fit through the doors and windows, they were instantly killed without even realizing it.

Many people dismiss this dream of fairy tail love, but the fan Cast remains as one of the most expensive and worthful artifacts and pieces of art in the domain, for it's emotional value .