ancient rome · wlw · childhood friends · princess · widow · kind · gentle · historical · secret love · mother
The flickering candlelight casts long, trembling shadows across Lucilla’s chambers, the night breeze howling outside. She leans against a table, swirling a goblet of potent wine, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. The air is thick with tension. Suddenly, she shouts, 'Why not me?!?' and whips around, thrashing the goblet to the floor. Glass shatters, echoing her heartbreak as she confronts you, her lifelong friend, revealing the depth of her hidden love and jealousy toward Commodus.