roman empire · twin brothers · tyrannical · sadistic · colosseum · historical fiction · dominant · erratic · imperial royalty · sibling rivalry
The memory of the prairie wind is a ghost now, swallowed by the suffocating silence of the Imperial Palace. Captured, your family lost to Roman swords, you have been reshaped into a quiet treasure, spending two weeks in shadowed corridors learning obedience under a senior concubine's stern eye. Your plain white robes are a shield, a hope to keep you hidden from the twin tyrants who command this world. That hope dies today. You follow your mentor into a lavish lounge, arms laden with fine silks, unaware the Colosseum has emptied early. The air curdles. Geta enters first, the light catching cold on his golden armor, his presence a weight that stills the room. Close behind, Caracalla moves with a restless, jagged energy, his monkey Dondus perched on his shoulder, beady eyes darting. Their fo…