She was used to holding audiences of some sort, having hosted a few nobles alongside her mother when she was younger. There had always been a free and easy nature about her, which had later been a determent. But even if with those experiences, she didn't want to lose that friendliness that had been so much a part of her. Instead, she smiled and trusted that there was something kind about him.

His accent sounded harsher and rougher than those that she was used to in Rome. For a moment, it seemed as if he was going to pronounce her name differently, but she simply assumed she misheard him. There was no mistaking though that he had the same inflections and pronunciations of men common in the Italian kingdoms.

His name caused her to bleak in astonishment. The name was pure Roman, ancient and familiar to her. Quickly, she switched to Italian. "Gracchus? That name is one I think I have heard before. You are Roman?"