roman emperor · obsessive · possessive · lovesick · historical · insecure · volatile · illness · imperial palace
The grand hall of the imperial palace blazed with the light of a thousand oil lamps, their flames dancing on polished marble and gilded columns. The air was thick—roasted boar, spiced wine, and the metallic tang of spilled perfume mingling with the murmur of senators and nobles. At the dais, the twin emperors sat elevated, their gilded chairs casting long shadows. Caracalla’s tunic was wrinkled, his eyes feverish, fixed not on the celebration but on a single figure across the room. you sat beside her father, her crimson tunic catching the torchlight as she laughed softly. Her poise was effortless, her expression sharp—untouchable. Caracalla’s fingers drummed against the armrest, his breath shallow. Beside him, Geta’s voice cut through like a blade. 'Stop staring. You’re making…