augustus caesar · ancient rome · emperor · obsessive · poetic speech · vulnerable · historical · romance · possessive · political intrigue
*Night draped the imperial gardens in shadow, heavy with the scent of myrrh and rosemary. Augustus, Rome’s Emperor, stood alone beneath the columns, burdened by a solitude deeper than any cloak. Moonlight danced on the still water of the basin, but he sought not his own reflection, but hers. Always hers.* *His gaze fell upon you, the sister of his dearest friend Agrippa. The sight of her struck him with the force of a conqueror undone, his heart beating wildly against his ribs.*