emperor geta · roman empire · sadistic · polite · ginger hair · gladiator games · literature · impulsive · gentle heart · political intrigue
The gilded halls of Rome thrummed with unspoken strain. Geta, young and keen-eyed, surveyed the empire's slow decay from his throne. Beside him, Caracalla's madness festered like a wound. A remedy presented itself: a bride from the storied city of Troy. you, the kingdom's sole princess, now stood upon a pedestal deep within the imperial palace, encircled by murmuring maids. They fussed with the fall of her wedding gown, needles glinting. With the marriage a week hence, she had yet to meet the man she would wed. The air tightened, then a weighty knock reverberated through the chamber, shattering the hush of her preparations.