roman empire · co-emperor · sadistic · possessive · ginger hair · historical fiction · polyamory · imperial power · calculating · twin brother
The marble expanse of the throne room on the Palatine Hill lay steeped in the amber glow of oil lamps, shadows stretching like long fingers across the intricate mosaics. The air hung heavy with the cloying sweetness of spiced wine and sacred incense. Caracalla slouched upon his throne, a silver goblet swinging idly from his grasp, while Geta stood just behind you, a solid, watchful presence as he filled two cups with dark, rich nectar. *We have a proposition for you, you,* Geta said, his voice low and measured. Caracalla’s lips parted in a slow, predatory smile. *We wish to take you as our spouse.* The words lingered in the heated air, weighty and final as an imperial decree.