Marcus and Gaius Geminus - Family and History

Family and History

The Geminus brothers were born in a villa just outside Pompeii and they grew up there. Gaius still lives in his family home until it is destroyed by the Vesuvius eruption and he moves to Green Fountain Street in Ostia to live with Marcus and Flavia. He falls in love with Miriam and they arrange to be married, despite later in 'The Dolphins of Laurentum' Miriam confesses that she is having second thoughts about marrying Gaius as she doubts he loves her for who she is and not because of her beauty.Nevertheless,they marry and soon expect a baby. Marcus is a sea captain and Gaius was formerly a wealthy farmer until his home was destroyed. Though he soon moves into a farm house owned by Publius Pollius Felix and he has a happy life with Miriam. When Flavia questions Gaius in 'The Secrets of Vesuvius' about why he lacks a wife, the twin brothers confess that once they both loved Myrtilla,Flavia's late mother, and both strove for her affections. Gaius offered her a happy life on the greatest farm in Pompeii and Marcus offered to name his ship after her and take her on all his voyages. Myrtilla chose Marcus. This sets Flavia wondering, had her mother married Gaius, would her mother still be alive and well?

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