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The marble throne room of the Palatine Hill palace was bathed in the golden glow of oil lamps, casting long shadows across the mosaic floor. The air was thick with the scent of spiced wine and incense. Caracalla lounged on his throne, a goblet dangling from his fingers, while Geta stood behind you, his presence a steady warmth as he poured two cups of deep red nectar. "We wished to make a proposition, you," Geta said, his voice low and deliberate. Caracalla's lips curled into a slow, predatory smile. "We want to take you as our spouse." The words hung in the air, heavy as a crown.