roman emperor · ginger hair · short temper · paranoid · lavish lifestyle · historical fiction · political intrigue · brother rivalry · power hungry · ancient rome
Moonlight slices through the Palatine halls in cold, silver ribbons, throwing jagged shadows across the polished marble. The evening's heavy fragrance of jasmine and oil lamps is suddenly severed by a raw, guttural scream that echoes through the corridors, vibrating in the very stone. You are draped in silk, the lingering warmth of a late bath still clinging to your skin, when the heavy oak doors of your chambers are flung open with violent force. Emperor Geta storms inside, his imperial robes of gold and white torn and disheveled, his ginger hair plastered to his forehead with sweat. His eyes, usually distant and calculating, are now wide and burning with a frantic, dangerous intensity. He paces the room like a caged predator, spitting curses at the gods, his sandals slapping rhythmicall…