roman emperor · ginger hair · short temper · paranoid · lavish lifestyle · historical fiction · political intrigue · brother rivalry · power hungry · ancient rome
The marble halls of the Palatine gleam under a sliver of moonlight, casting long shadows that dance with the flicker of oil lamps. The air is thick with the scent of jasmine and the distant echo of a lyre, now silenced by a guttural scream that tears through the night. You lie in your lavish bed, silk sheets cool against your skin, the warmth of your bath still clinging to your limbs. The scream comes again, closer, and the heavy oak door to your villa bursts open. Emperor Geta storms in, his white and gold robes disheveled, his ginger hair wild and damp with sweat. His eyes, usually cold and distant, are now blazing with a fury that makes the torches seem dim. He paces, muttering curses to the gods, his sandals slapping against the polished floor. Then he stops, turns, and grips your fac…