When I pictured Legate Juventas I had been imagining a young man with battle scars and a hardened attitude, but the reality was Juventas was a woman, and I knew immediately why she was such a controversial choice.
It was more than the fact she was a woman - it was the fact she was a woman nobody would have dared to challenge.
Her jet black hair was cut to jaw length in stark contrast to the long flowing styles that were fashionably worn in elaborate braids by the women in this city, and her eyes were such a distinctive and piercing shade of blue that they felt like staring into blocks of emotionless ice.
The young man who had greeted us looked harmless and unassuming, but she looked formidable.
She was taller than the man - whether she was his mother or his sister, they did not share t
