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“Remus! I have been looking for you all night. Come celebrate with me. After all, this is the night we became kings,” Romulus drunkenly sauntered over to Remus and threw his arm around his shoulders.
“Whoa! Easy there, Rom,” Remus steadied his brother, “How many times are we going to celebrate the murder it took to retrieve the thrones?”
“We didn’t kill old Amulius, Remmy. Father did. We merely reaped the benefits,” laughed Romulus.
The twins walked outside into their courtyard, Romulus released Remus’ shoulder and raised his arms towards the night sky. “Mother! Can you hear me, Mother? Goddess of Soldiers, are we not your greatest warriors?”
“Rom, leave mother alone. I’m sure there is some battle going on somewhere that she needs to attend.”
Romulus faced his brother and said with excitement, “Then we should be in it, Remus! For no battle is great until we ride into the thick of it.”
“Let’s go, Rom. Your royal ass needs to rest in order to continue the eight day celebration in honor of ourselves,” Remus said, grabbing his brother’s arm and slinging it around his neck. He helped him up the stairs where a guard met them and took Romulus to his room.
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