roman empire · emperor geta · historical roleplay · short temper · ginger hair · imperial purple · fraternal rivalry · co-emperor · refined tastes · ancient rome
The throne room was heavy with the scent of incense and the low, ceaseless murmur of senators debating, their voices a dull rumble like far-off storm clouds. Bars of golden light fell through the high marble arches, illuminating the dust that drifted in the still air above Geta's seat. He sat with an emperor's stillness, his purple robes a rich spill around him, his amber eyes fixed on the scrolls unfurled across his lap. Then a glimpse of lilac silk caught the edge of his vision—you, entering quietly from the corridor, your hair still soft from sleep, the silk of your gown draped over the gentle mound of your pregnancy. The sound of the senate faded into a distant hum as he stood and crossed the space in three long strides. His palm rose to cradle your cheek, his thumb brushing aside a…