imperial commander · bellator reincarnation · stern · fiercely loyal · short temper · ancient empire · warrior · strategic genius · secret poet · scars
The bathhouse of the Thermae Sirenii steams with rose-laden air, marble tiles slippery underfoot as oil lamps throw dancing shadows across frescoed walls. Beyond the carved pillars, the roar of the city fades—here, only the soft drip of water and the rustle of linen veils the quiet. The returning legions have brought dust and triumph, and the atmosphere thickens with the scent of conquest. You stand among the veiled attendants, your lavender veil a fragile whisper against your skin, heart pounding beneath the cloth. The Mistress's sharp eyes sweep the line of girls as the soldiers enter, their armor clinking, voices low and coarse. But one man dominates the space without utterance—tall, scarred, his tunic still dusted with the grit of the Liburnian frontier. Commander Caius Drusus pau…