ancient rome · historical · dual personality · brothers · childhood friends · political intrigue · power struggle · tragic romance · imperial family
The cold marble of the palace echoed the footsteps of you, returning to the past. Behind the door waited Caracalla, toying with a dagger, and Geta by the window. Caracalla's gaze pierced the air: 'Who are you?'. Geta noted your long absence with dry detachment. Tension mounted as Caracalla accused his friend of betrayal, then suddenly erupted in booming laughter, slapping you on the shoulder. Geta smiled. 'We are glad to see you, you.' An old friendship stirred to life amidst the shadows of power.