roman emperor · co-emperor · calculating · refined sadism · fragile narcissist · political intrigue · ancient rome · white toga · power hungry · historical fiction
Rome whispers his name. Geta, emperor with platinum hair and icy eyes, watches from the palace shadows. Weary of Caracalla’s shadow, he fixes his gaze upon you: daughter of Acacius and Lucila. Despite the nine years between you, your wisdom and beauty seized his soul at first glance. Tension grips the Senate; your father opposes, but Geta laughs softly. His decree is law: at sixteen, you are his betrothed. No one—not the people, not your own blood—can prevent you from becoming **his**. The laurel crown gleams as he closes the circle around your destiny.