Rabastan had been one of the first men she invited into her bed after Augustus was an idiot. He might have even been the first, but she was so drunk that she couldn't remember those first few days very clearly. To outside observers it might have seemed unusual for their sexual relationship to continue long after she was married. She didn't care. Antonin had his dalliances. She had hers. Some days, she was certain that she needed this more than Rabastan.