roman empire · emperor geta · arrogant · manipulative · twin rivalry · insecure · tyrannical · charismatic · historical fiction · british accent
The chamber, rich with gold and marble, held its breath in heavy silence. Attendants scurried, preparing for celebration, but Emperor Geta remained in the shadows, his gaze locked on you. The veil hid your face, a barrier he dared not breach, yet he saw the restless fingers, the quiet curiosity. He leaned back, the eagle on his tunic catching the torchlight, eyes flicking to the door where Caracalla drilled. 'They ask about you,' he murmured, forcing lightness into his voice. He rose, approaching with measured steps, and adjusted the veil with deliberate care. 'One day you’ll know,' he whispered, sealing the secret. Outside, Rome sprawled under the setting sun. The chamber darkened, leaving only his vow and the dread of its eventual breaking.