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What the Emperor Wants

Part Twelve

Summary: Interesting moments for Geta and the girl who is his.

Notes/Warnings: dated notions of religion, dated notions in relation to “god/s”, dated notions of talking in one’s sleep, a touch of angst, fluff. Took some liberties with history with the idea of a concubine, marriage. Enjoyed using some of inspiration of the myth of Eros and Psyche.

nutrix: An ancient Roman word for “wet nurse,” nanny. The ring is based on rings around that time.

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The breeze was gentle as it blew through your hair as the horse you were on kept a good pace with Geta’s. The rain from the previous night was long forgotten along with the cloud of discontent that had fallen over Geta.

You were able to forget how the guard you had slapped the night gave you a lingering look when you had climbed up the animal.

“I am enjoying this.”

He looked over at you.

“Are you enjoying more than the last time you astride such a beast?”

“Yes. Grateful for the easiness of the stride. And I feel blessed to see all that Goddess Diana has bestowed on this land. It is beautiful.” You smiled.

“Yes, she has very giving. I feel the same. I am glad to be away from the dust of the city.”

Glancing over at Geta, you saw him look off into the distance. He looked truly at peace.

“It is also pleasing to not have to deal with senate and their infighting at times. Or worse, the ones to preen or grovel for my attentions.”

He chuckled, it was a rich and carefree sound. One you were still not completely accustomed to hearing. His face was soft with the good mood that has filled him.

“Caracalla can handle their attentions.”

You nodded, yet inwardly that worried you. His violent streaks scared you just as much as the more playful ones he shared with Dondas, while serving him, Geta & the general.

“Talk more to me blossom. I want to hear your lovely use of words.”

“The airs are sweet and fragrant as it swirls around us. Quintus, is pleased and proud to have you atop him. His gallop is strong and robust.”

A great warmth came over you as you spoke to him. You were reminded of the sweetness that had encircled the two of you, the mere night before.

“He’s a good horse. I’ve had him since he was a pony.”

Watching him, following his lead and it was not long till the horses slowing their pace.

You spotted a some of the guards, a flutter of unease fluttered in you. You knew they kept Geta safe; you don’t know how you felt about them. Well, perhaps it was just that one guard who made you nervous. You hoped he had not told the others slap.

The girls you would serve along side with, all talked. Some were not nice when you had arrived. They made sure you knew your place. If that be had not taken ill you would have never served in the arena.

Slaves appeared from the shrubbery and trees; they came forward and slowed the horses to a stop. They eagerly helped him down.

“Help her.”

Soon, they came over to you and wordlessly helped you down. None of them looked at you. He came over to you.

“We will sit over here and eat.”

You nodded and when you reached a rolled out carpet that had some platters of food. More than what your family would have had for weeks.

*******

He looked you over, the clothes hung wonderfully on you. You looked like a proper lady. It was giving him musings, perhaps once again Aphrodite was giving him a blessing.

A bird let out a call as he glided through the sky. He watched as you glanced up, your slips curling into a smile. Your eyes twinkled.

“Blossom?”

“Yes Geta?”

When you looked at him, his words ceased.

“Being here, reminds me of being a little girl.”

“Tell me about it.”

“With the soft green grass or firm brown dirt under my feet, I would run around. I’d love gathering flowers for shrines.”

The slice of pear you bit into was crisp. Watching the pleasure filled paused it gave you, drove him sink his own teeth into a slice.

You patted your lips before you continued.

“Since, I’ve always been small I would be the one check on eggs that would come from the gallus.”

He smiled. “So from checking on the state of a few gallus and their eggs, to pleasing me.”

You nodded, and a soft laugh came from you.

He paused, raising an eyebrow. The warmth, the feelings he had towards you were growing.

“At times, I would sing to them. They liked that.” You looked at him under your lashes. “That would please them too.”

“I do suppose I have picked someone special when I saw you.”

“Oh Geta.”

You splayed a hand across your face. It did not hide the dusting of rose that came to your cheeks.

“I wish to see you.”

Reaching over, he gently pulled your hand from your face. He caressed your cheek. The rose color deepened. These reactions he caused in you made him very happy.

A shadow fell over the two of you. Squinting, annoyed he looked up, moments later the smell of the man assaulted his nose. It was a member of his guards not cloud. His annoyance grew further.

“Sire. She didn’t slap you did she?”

He watched as the man swallowed.

“Do I need to handle her?”

“No, please leave my presence. You have blocked the sol.”

“Yes, sire. My apologies.”

With a clinking of armor he turned and left.

Once again the sol was bright once again shining down at the two of you. His annoyance began to evaporate, he glanced at you. All the color was gone. You were as pale as the clothes you wore.

“What is plaguing you?”

You blinked. “Geta?”

“You are the color of this.” He ran a finger along the material of one of your sleeve.

Something flickered in your eyes. He watched as you glanced around before you settled and met his eyes. You took a breath.

“Last night after returning to my room he gave me a look I didn’t appreciate. I asked him about it. He remarked that he was looking at the Emperor’s concubine so I slapped.”

You drew back.

He could not suppress the chuckle that rose up in him.

You were feisty. He would be deceiving himself, if he didn’t admit he found it refreshing.

“Geta?”

“You slapped one of my Praetorian Guards?”

“I did.” Your voice was low.

But how should he handle it with you, he wondered.

“I had said moments before I didn’t want anyone to catch sight of you;” He shrugged. “Tell me was it for the look or that he called you my concubine?”

“Both.”

“Interesting.” He stood, he spotted Gallus. “Come here.”

Gallus, came to attention and nodding he came over.

“Yes, sire?”

“Take a few of the men with you that you trust and bring that man here. Things may become rough.”

He made a fist and clapped his chest. “As you will it sire.”

He glanced down at you. “Stand.”

*********

Inwardly you felt yourself tremble. You couldn’t have lied to him it. But now you didn’t know what to do. Running away wasn’t an option.

Once you were standing you held your hands behind your back. While you watched Gallus gather some of the men, you wrung your hands.

“Geta.” You whispered.

“It can wait.”

You nodded. Yet, the slice words his sharp tone felt like a slap.

As your fingers found the bracelet the memory of him, the moment and other small moments did little to ease you.

You swallowed when they returned.

“Your sire called for my presence?”

“Yes.”

Glancing at Geta as he spoke, you noticed that his earth colored eyes had grown dark.

“I was informed that you called her my concubine.”

“I did.”

“Did someone tell you this or was this something you believed was the truth ?”

“Yes, sire I believed it to be the truth.”

Geta came over to you. “Give me your hand where the gift lays.”

You did as you were told.

He took your hand and showed your unmarred wrist. He let it go, then he moved swiftly behind easily you felt him behind.

“Don’t struggle.” He whispered close to ear. “Let us look at her.” He said in a much louder voice.

With a quick nimbleness he pealed a portion of your dress away from you.

“See there is no mark. I have made no formal announcement.”

He came out from behind you.

“I do not approve of your interaction with her. She belongs to me and as such, you are to be sent back to the city effective immediately. There you will accompany the last legion that is joining General Acacius in the fight for Numida.”

Your heart thudded; your feelings for Geta strengthened. You wished there were words you could express.

*******

His body felt like it did when the gods spoke through him to deliver justice in the arena. He knew they must be pleased with what he chose to do for you.

He felt different, he felt powerful.

*********

The sol was warm as its rays danced on your closed eyes. Stirring from sleep, you there was deep, even breathing. You smiled. Glancing in its direction, your vision was filled with Geta. Lying on his back, his chest which resembled great, magnificent statues not only those crafted in his image but those of the gods in the heavens.

It was not till you shifted, to rest your cheek in your hand that your fingers were close to his as they rested on his stomach.

“Was I talking?” His voice was deep from slumber.

“Oh? No it was Apollo’s sol that awoke me.”

“Good. Hoping those days don’t return.”

His eyes opened a sliver, as they caught yours.

“Caracalla, after having his moments of turmoil, he’ll sleep and murmur nothings.”

He exhaled, before continuing.

“My nutrix, said I was already talking to the gods.”

“I believe it. They followed, guided you the son of the emperor.”

A soft smile crossed his face.

“That is true. They made gave their aid, where they saw fit. Some difficulties were whispered of. So I knew they were there.”

He gently scratched his stomach, before he moved and to lay on his side as you were doing.

“At a young age, my toy figures and horses were already my subjects."

He reached, his fingertips grazed your brow as brushed an errant strand that fell into your face away.

“Your son, your future will know that as well.”

“He will.”

You watched as something came over his face. Quickly, he pulled back and left the bed.

“Geta? Did I…”

He returned before you could finish the question you had pass your lips.

He took your hand that had come to lay loosely on your side. His lips pressed against one of your knuckles. Almost the same moment, it felt as if butterflies had let loose within you.

“Eros took Psyche in his love, I have taken you. He took her away from the dreariness of existence and I did the same. I wish for you to be my wife. Will you be mine but now as a wife?”

“Geta.” You trembled as you breathed his name.

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What the Emperor Wants

Part Twelve

Summary: Interesting moments for Geta and the girl who is his.

Notes/Warnings: dated notions of religion, dated notions in relation to “god/s”, dated notions of talking in one’s sleep, a touch of angst, fluff. Took some liberties with history with the idea of a concubine, marriage. Enjoyed using some of inspiration of the myth of Eros and Psyche.

nutrix: An ancient Roman word for “wet nurse,” nanny. The ring is based on rings around that time.

❤️s, feedback, comments, reblogs are always welcome! Ty for reading! Want to be tagged? Let me know!

The breeze was gentle as it blew through your hair as the horse you were on kept a good pace with Geta’s. The rain from the previous night was long forgotten along with the cloud of discontent that had fallen over Geta.

You were able to forget how the guard you had slapped the night gave you a lingering look when you had climbed up the animal.

“I am enjoying this.”

He looked over at you.

“Are you enjoying more than the last time you astride such a beast?”

“Yes. Grateful for the easiness of the stride. And I feel blessed to see all that Goddess Diana has bestowed on this land. It is beautiful.” You smiled.

“Yes, she has very giving. I feel the same. I am glad to be away from the dust of the city.”

Glancing over at Geta, you saw him look off into the distance. He looked truly at peace.

“It is also pleasing to not have to deal with senate and their infighting at times. Or worse, the ones to preen or grovel for my attentions.”

He chuckled, it was a rich and carefree sound. One you were still not completely accustomed to hearing. His face was soft with the good mood that has filled him.

“Caracalla can handle their attentions.”

You nodded, yet inwardly that worried you. His violent streaks scared you just as much as the more playful ones he shared with Dondas, while serving him, Geta & the general.

“Talk more to me blossom. I want to hear your lovely use of words.”

“The airs are sweet and fragrant as it swirls around us. Quintus, is pleased and proud to have you atop him. His gallop is strong and robust.”

A great warmth came over you as you spoke to him. You were reminded of the sweetness that had encircled the two of you, the mere night before.

“He’s a good horse. I’ve had him since he was a pony.”

Watching him, following his lead and it was not long till the horses slowing their pace.

You spotted a some of the guards, a flutter of unease fluttered in you. You knew they kept Geta safe; you don’t know how you felt about them. Well, perhaps it was just that one guard who made you nervous. You hoped he had not told the others slap.

The girls you would serve along side with, all talked. Some were not nice when you had arrived. They made sure you knew your place. If that be had not taken ill you would have never served in the arena.

Slaves appeared from the shrubbery and trees; they came forward and slowed the horses to a stop. They eagerly helped him down.

“Help her.”

Soon, they came over to you and wordlessly helped you down. None of them looked at you. He came over to you.

“We will sit over here and eat.”

You nodded and when you reached a rolled out carpet that had some platters of food. More than what your family would have had for weeks.

*******

He looked you over, the clothes hung wonderfully on you. You looked like a proper lady. It was giving him musings, perhaps once again Aphrodite was giving him a blessing.

A bird let out a call as he glided through the sky. He watched as you glanced up, your slips curling into a smile. Your eyes twinkled.

“Blossom?”

“Yes Geta?”

When you looked at him, his words ceased.

“Being here, reminds me of being a little girl.”

“Tell me about it.”

“With the soft green grass or firm brown dirt under my feet, I would run around. I’d love gathering flowers for shrines.”

The slice of pear you bit into was crisp. Watching the pleasure filled paused it gave you, drove him sink his own teeth into a slice.

You patted your lips before you continued.

“Since, I’ve always been small I would be the one check on eggs that would come from the gallus.”

He smiled. “So from checking on the state of a few gallus and their eggs, to pleasing me.”

You nodded, and a soft laugh came from you.

He paused, raising an eyebrow. The warmth, the feelings he had towards you were growing.

“At times, I would sing to them. They liked that.” You looked at him under your lashes. “That would please them too.”

“I do suppose I have picked someone special when I saw you.”

“Oh Geta.”

You splayed a hand across your face. It did not hide the dusting of rose that came to your cheeks.

“I wish to see you.”

Reaching over, he gently pulled your hand from your face. He caressed your cheek. The rose color deepened. These reactions he caused in you made him very happy.

A shadow fell over the two of you. Squinting, annoyed he looked up, moments later the smell of the man assaulted his nose. It was a member of his guards not cloud. His annoyance grew further.

“Sire. She didn’t slap you did she?”

He watched as the man swallowed.

“Do I need to handle her?”

“No, please leave my presence. You have blocked the sol.”

“Yes, sire. My apologies.”

With a clinking of armor he turned and left.

Once again the sol was bright once again shining down at the two of you. His annoyance began to evaporate, he glanced at you. All the color was gone. You were as pale as the clothes you wore.

“What is plaguing you?”

You blinked. “Geta?”

“You are the color of this.” He ran a finger along the material of one of your sleeve.

Something flickered in your eyes. He watched as you glanced around before you settled and met his eyes. You took a breath.

“Last night after returning to my room he gave me a look I didn’t appreciate. I asked him about it. He remarked that he was looking at the Emperor’s concubine so I slapped.”

You drew back.

He could not suppress the chuckle that rose up in him.

You were feisty. He would be deceiving himself, if he didn’t admit he found it refreshing.

“Geta?”

“You slapped one of my Praetorian Guards?”

“I did.” Your voice was low.

But how should he handle it with you, he wondered.

“I had said moments before I didn’t want anyone to catch sight of you;” He shrugged. “Tell me was it for the look or that he called you my concubine?”

“Both.”

“Interesting.” He stood, he spotted Gallus. “Come here.”

Gallus, came to attention and nodding he came over.

“Yes, sire?”

“Take a few of the men with you that you trust and bring that man here. Things may become rough.”

He made a fist and clapped his chest. “As you will it sire.”

He glanced down at you. “Stand.”

*********

Inwardly you felt yourself tremble. You couldn’t have lied to him it. But now you didn’t know what to do. Running away wasn’t an option.

Once you were standing you held your hands behind your back. While you watched Gallus gather some of the men, you wrung your hands.

“Geta.” You whispered.

“It can wait.”

You nodded. Yet, the slice words his sharp tone felt like a slap.

As your fingers found the bracelet the memory of him, the moment and other small moments did little to ease you.

You swallowed when they returned.

“Your sire called for my presence?”

“Yes.”

Glancing at Geta as he spoke, you noticed that his earth colored eyes had grown dark.

“I was informed that you called her my concubine.”

“I did.”

“Did someone tell you this or was this something you believed was the truth ?”

“Yes, sire I believed it to be the truth.”

Geta came over to you. “Give me your hand where the gift lays.”

You did as you were told.

He took your hand and showed your unmarred wrist. He let it go, then he moved swiftly behind easily you felt him behind.

“Don’t struggle.” He whispered close to ear. “Let us look at her.” He said in a much louder voice.

With a quick nimbleness he pealed a portion of your dress away from you.

“See there is no mark. I have made no formal announcement.”

He came out from behind you.

“I do not approve of your interaction with her. She belongs to me and as such, you are to be sent back to the city effective immediately. There you will accompany the last legion that is joining General Acacius in the fight for Numida.”

Your heart thudded; your feelings for Geta strengthened. You wished there were words you could express.

*******

His body felt like it did when the gods spoke through him to deliver justice in the arena. He knew they must be pleased with what he chose to do for you.

He felt different, he felt powerful.

*********

The sol was warm as its rays danced on your closed eyes. Stirring from sleep, you there was deep, even breathing. You smiled. Glancing in its direction, your vision was filled with Geta. Lying on his back, his chest which resembled great, magnificent statues not only those crafted in his image but those of the gods in the heavens.

It was not till you shifted, to rest your cheek in your hand that your fingers were close to his as they rested on his stomach.

“Was I talking?” His voice was deep from slumber.

“Oh? No it was Apollo’s sol that awoke me.”

“Good. Hoping those days don’t return.”

His eyes opened a sliver, as they caught yours.

“Caracalla, after having his moments of turmoil, he’ll sleep and murmur nothings.”

He exhaled, before continuing.

“My nutrix, said I was already talking to the gods.”

“I believe it. They followed, guided you the son of the emperor.”

A soft smile crossed his face.

“That is true. They made gave their aid, where they saw fit. Some difficulties were whispered of. So I knew they were there.”

He gently scratched his stomach, before he moved and to lay on his side as you were doing.

“At a young age, my toy figures and horses were already my subjects."

He reached, his fingertips grazed your brow as brushed an errant strand that fell into your face away.

“Your son, your future will know that as well.”

“He will.”

You watched as something came over his face. Quickly, he pulled back and left the bed.

“Geta? Did I…”

He returned before you could finish the question you had pass your lips.

He took your hand that had come to lay loosely on your side. His lips pressed against one of your knuckles. Almost the same moment, it felt as if butterflies had let loose within you.

“Eros took Psyche in his love, I have taken you. He took her away from the dreariness of existence and I did the same. I wish for you to be my wife. Will you be mine but now as a wife?”

“Geta.” You trembled as you breathed his name.

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What the Emperor Wants

Part Twelve

Summary: Interesting moments for Geta and the girl who is his.

Notes/Warnings: dated notions of religion, dated notions in relation to “god/s”, dated notions of talking in one’s sleep, a touch of angst, fluff. Took some liberties with history with the idea of a concubine, marriage. Enjoyed using some of inspiration of the myth of Eros and Psyche.

nutrix: An ancient Roman word for “wet nurse,” nanny. The ring is based on rings around that time.

❤️s, feedback, comments, reblogs are always welcome! Ty for reading! Want to be tagged? Let me know!

The breeze was gentle as it blew through your hair as the horse you were on kept a good pace with Geta’s. The rain from the previous night was long forgotten along with the cloud of discontent that had fallen over Geta.

You were able to forget how the guard you had slapped the night gave you a lingering look when you had climbed up the animal.

“I am enjoying this.”

He looked over at you.

“Are you enjoying more than the last time you astride such a beast?”

“Yes. Grateful for the easiness of the stride. And I feel blessed to see all that Goddess Diana has bestowed on this land. It is beautiful.” You smiled.

“Yes, she has very giving. I feel the same. I am glad to be away from the dust of the city.”

Glancing over at Geta, you saw him look off into the distance. He looked truly at peace.

“It is also pleasing to not have to deal with senate and their infighting at times. Or worse, the ones to preen or grovel for my attentions.”

He chuckled, it was a rich and carefree sound. One you were still not completely accustomed to hearing. His face was soft with the good mood that has filled him.

“Caracalla can handle their attentions.”

You nodded, yet inwardly that worried you. His violent streaks scared you just as much as the more playful ones he shared with Dondas, while serving him, Geta & the general.

“Talk more to me blossom. I want to hear your lovely use of words.”

“The airs are sweet and fragrant as it swirls around us. Quintus, is pleased and proud to have you atop him. His gallop is strong and robust.”

A great warmth came over you as you spoke to him. You were reminded of the sweetness that had encircled the two of you, the mere night before.

“He’s a good horse. I’ve had him since he was a pony.”

Watching him, following his lead and it was not long till the horses slowing their pace.

You spotted a some of the guards, a flutter of unease fluttered in you. You knew they kept Geta safe; you don’t know how you felt about them. Well, perhaps it was just that one guard who made you nervous. You hoped he had not told the others slap.

The girls you would serve along side with, all talked. Some were not nice when you had arrived. They made sure you knew your place. If that be had not taken ill you would have never served in the arena.

Slaves appeared from the shrubbery and trees; they came forward and slowed the horses to a stop. They eagerly helped him down.

“Help her.”

Soon, they came over to you and wordlessly helped you down. None of them looked at you. He came over to you.

“We will sit over here and eat.”

You nodded and when you reached a rolled out carpet that had some platters of food. More than what your family would have had for weeks.

*******

He looked you over, the clothes hung wonderfully on you. You looked like a proper lady. It was giving him musings, perhaps once again Aphrodite was giving him a blessing.

A bird let out a call as he glided through the sky. He watched as you glanced up, your slips curling into a smile. Your eyes twinkled.

“Blossom?”

“Yes Geta?”

When you looked at him, his words ceased.

“Being here, reminds me of being a little girl.”

“Tell me about it.”

“With the soft green grass or firm brown dirt under my feet, I would run around. I’d love gathering flowers for shrines.”

The slice of pear you bit into was crisp. Watching the pleasure filled paused it gave you, drove him sink his own teeth into a slice.

You patted your lips before you continued.

“Since, I’ve always been small I would be the one check on eggs that would come from the gallus.”

He smiled. “So from checking on the state of a few gallus and their eggs, to pleasing me.”

You nodded, and a soft laugh came from you.

He paused, raising an eyebrow. The warmth, the feelings he had towards you were growing.

“At times, I would sing to them. They liked that.” You looked at him under your lashes. “That would please them too.”

“I do suppose I have picked someone special when I saw you.”

“Oh Geta.”

You splayed a hand across your face. It did not hide the dusting of rose that came to your cheeks.

“I wish to see you.”

Reaching over, he gently pulled your hand from your face. He caressed your cheek. The rose color deepened. These reactions he caused in you made him very happy.

A shadow fell over the two of you. Squinting, annoyed he looked up, moments later the smell of the man assaulted his nose. It was a member of his guards not cloud. His annoyance grew further.

“Sire. She didn’t slap you did she?”

He watched as the man swallowed.

“Do I need to handle her?”

“No, please leave my presence. You have blocked the sol.”

“Yes, sire. My apologies.”

With a clinking of armor he turned and left.

Once again the sol was bright once again shining down at the two of you. His annoyance began to evaporate, he glanced at you. All the color was gone. You were as pale as the clothes you wore.

“What is plaguing you?”

You blinked. “Geta?”

“You are the color of this.” He ran a finger along the material of one of your sleeve.

Something flickered in your eyes. He watched as you glanced around before you settled and met his eyes. You took a breath.

“Last night after returning to my room he gave me a look I didn’t appreciate. I asked him about it. He remarked that he was looking at the Emperor’s concubine so I slapped.”

You drew back.

He could not suppress the chuckle that rose up in him.

You were feisty. He would be deceiving himself, if he didn’t admit he found it refreshing.

“Geta?”

“You slapped one of my Praetorian Guards?”

“I did.” Your voice was low.

But how should he handle it with you, he wondered.

“I had said moments before I didn’t want anyone to catch sight of you;” He shrugged. “Tell me was it for the look or that he called you my concubine?”

“Both.”

“Interesting.” He stood, he spotted Gallus. “Come here.”

Gallus, came to attention and nodding he came over.

“Yes, sire?”

“Take a few of the men with you that you trust and bring that man here. Things may become rough.”

He made a fist and clapped his chest. “As you will it sire.”

He glanced down at you. “Stand.”

*********

Inwardly you felt yourself tremble. You couldn’t have lied to him it. But now you didn’t know what to do. Running away wasn’t an option.

Once you were standing you held your hands behind your back. While you watched Gallus gather some of the men, you wrung your hands.

“Geta.” You whispered.

“It can wait.”

You nodded. Yet, the slice words his sharp tone felt like a slap.

As your fingers found the bracelet the memory of him, the moment and other small moments did little to ease you.

You swallowed when they returned.

“Your sire called for my presence?”

“Yes.”

Glancing at Geta as he spoke, you noticed that his earth colored eyes had grown dark.

“I was informed that you called her my concubine.”

“I did.”

“Did someone tell you this or was this something you believed was the truth ?”

“Yes, sire I believed it to be the truth.”

Geta came over to you. “Give me your hand where the gift lays.”

You did as you were told.

He took your hand and showed your unmarred wrist. He let it go, then he moved swiftly behind easily you felt him behind.

“Don’t struggle.” He whispered close to ear. “Let us look at her.” He said in a much louder voice.

With a quick nimbleness he pealed a portion of your dress away from you.

“See there is no mark. I have made no formal announcement.”

He came out from behind you.

“I do not approve of your interaction with her. She belongs to me and as such, you are to be sent back to the city effective immediately. There you will accompany the last legion that is joining General Acacius in the fight for Numida.”

Your heart thudded; your feelings for Geta strengthened. You wished there were words you could express.

*******

His body felt like it did when the gods spoke through him to deliver justice in the arena. He knew they must be pleased with what he chose to do for you.

He felt different, he felt powerful.

*********

The sol was warm as its rays danced on your closed eyes. Stirring from sleep, you there was deep, even breathing. You smiled. Glancing in its direction, your vision was filled with Geta. Lying on his back, his chest which resembled great, magnificent statues not only those crafted in his image but those of the gods in the heavens.

It was not till you shifted, to rest your cheek in your hand that your fingers were close to his as they rested on his stomach.

“Was I talking?” His voice was deep from slumber.

“Oh? No it was Apollo’s sol that awoke me.”

“Good. Hoping those days don’t return.”

His eyes opened a sliver, as they caught yours.

“Caracalla, after having his moments of turmoil, he’ll sleep and murmur nothings.”

He exhaled, before continuing.

“My nutrix, said I was already talking to the gods.”

“I believe it. They followed, guided you the son of the emperor.”

A soft smile crossed his face.

“That is true. They made gave their aid, where they saw fit. Some difficulties were whispered of. So I knew they were there.”

He gently scratched his stomach, before he moved and to lay on his side as you were doing.

“At a young age, my toy figures and horses were already my subjects."

He reached, his fingertips grazed your brow as brushed an errant strand that fell into your face away.

“Your son, your future will know that as well.”

“He will.”

You watched as something came over his face. Quickly, he pulled back and left the bed.

“Geta? Did I…”

He returned before you could finish the question you had pass your lips.

He took your hand that had come to lay loosely on your side. His lips pressed against one of your knuckles. Almost the same moment, it felt as if butterflies had let loose within you.

“Eros took Psyche in his love, I have taken you. He took her away from the dreariness of existence and I did the same. I wish for you to be my wife. Will you be mine but now as a wife?”

“Geta.” You trembled as you breathed his name.

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What the Emperor Wants

Part Twelve

Summary: Interesting moments for Geta and the girl who is his.

Notes/Warnings: dated notions of religion, dated notions in relation to “god/s”, dated notions of talking in one’s sleep, a touch of angst, fluff. Took some liberties with history with the idea of a concubine, marriage. Enjoyed using some of inspiration of the myth of Eros and Psyche.

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The breeze was gentle as it blew through your hair as the horse you were on kept a good pace with Geta’s. The rain from the previous night was long forgotten along with the cloud of discontent that had fallen over Geta.

You were able to forget how the guard you had slapped the night gave you a lingering look when you had climbed up the animal.

“I am enjoying this.”

He looked over at you.

“Are you enjoying more than the last time you astride such a beast?”

“Yes. Grateful for the easiness of the stride. And I feel blessed to see all that Goddess Diana has bestowed on this land. It is beautiful.” You smiled.

“Yes, she has very giving. I feel the same. I am glad to be away from the dust of the city.”

Glancing over at Geta, you saw him look off into the distance. He looked truly at peace.

“It is also pleasing to not have to deal with senate and their infighting at times. Or worse, the ones to preen or grovel for my attentions.”

He chuckled, it was a rich and carefree sound. One you were still not completely accustomed to hearing. His face was soft with the good mood that has filled him.

“Caracalla can handle their attentions.”

You nodded, yet inwardly that worried you. His violent streaks scared you just as much as the more playful ones he shared with Dondas, while serving him, Geta & the general.

“Talk more to me blossom. I want to hear your lovely use of words.”

“The airs are sweet and fragrant as it swirls around us. Quintus, is pleased and proud to have you atop him. His gallop is strong and robust.”

A great warmth came over you as you spoke to him. You were reminded of the sweetness that had encircled the two of you, the mere night before.

“He’s a good horse. I’ve had him since he was a pony.”

Watching him, following his lead and it was not long till the horses slowing their pace.

You spotted a some of the guards, a flutter of unease fluttered in you. You knew they kept Geta safe; you don’t know how you felt about them. Well, perhaps it was just that one guard who made you nervous. You hoped he had not told the others slap.

The girls you would serve along side with, all talked. Some were not nice when you had arrived. They made sure you knew your place. If that be had not taken ill you would have never served in the arena.

Slaves appeared from the shrubbery and trees; they came forward and slowed the horses to a stop. They eagerly helped him down.

“Help her.”

Soon, they came over to you and wordlessly helped you down. None of them looked at you. He came over to you.

“We will sit over here and eat.”

You nodded and when you reached a rolled out carpet that had some platters of food. More than what your family would have had for weeks.

*******

He looked you over, the clothes hung wonderfully on you. You looked like a proper lady. It was giving him musings, perhaps once again Aphrodite was giving him a blessing.

A bird let out a call as he glided through the sky. He watched as you glanced up, your slips curling into a smile. Your eyes twinkled.

“Blossom?”

“Yes Geta?”

When you looked at him, his words ceased.

“Being here, reminds me of being a little girl.”

“Tell me about it.”

“With the soft green grass or firm brown dirt under my feet, I would run around. I’d love gathering flowers for shrines.”

The slice of pear you bit into was crisp. Watching the pleasure filled paused it gave you, drove him sink his own teeth into a slice.

You patted your lips before you continued.

“Since, I’ve always been small I would be the one check on eggs that would come from the gallus.”

He smiled. “So from checking on the state of a few gallus and their eggs, to pleasing me.”

You nodded, and a soft laugh came from you.

He paused, raising an eyebrow. The warmth, the feelings he had towards you were growing.

“At times, I would sing to them. They liked that.” You looked at him under your lashes. “That would please them too.”

“I do suppose I have picked someone special when I saw you.”

“Oh Geta.”

You splayed a hand across your face. It did not hide the dusting of rose that came to your cheeks.

“I wish to see you.”

Reaching over, he gently pulled your hand from your face. He caressed your cheek. The rose color deepened. These reactions he caused in you made him very happy.

A shadow fell over the two of you. Squinting, annoyed he looked up, moments later the smell of the man assaulted his nose. It was a member of his guards not cloud. His annoyance grew further.

“Sire. She didn’t slap you did she?”

He watched as the man swallowed.

“Do I need to handle her?”

“No, please leave my presence. You have blocked the sol.”

“Yes, sire. My apologies.”

With a clinking of armor he turned and left.

Once again the sol was bright once again shining down at the two of you. His annoyance began to evaporate, he glanced at you. All the color was gone. You were as pale as the clothes you wore.

“What is plaguing you?”

You blinked. “Geta?”

“You are the color of this.” He ran a finger along the material of one of your sleeve.

Something flickered in your eyes. He watched as you glanced around before you settled and met his eyes. You took a breath.

“Last night after returning to my room he gave me a look I didn’t appreciate. I asked him about it. He remarked that he was looking at the Emperor’s concubine so I slapped.”

You drew back.

He could not suppress the chuckle that rose up in him.

You were feisty. He would be deceiving himself, if he didn’t admit he found it refreshing.

“Geta?”

“You slapped one of my Praetorian Guards?”

“I did.” Your voice was low.

But how should he handle it with you, he wondered.

“I had said moments before I didn’t want anyone to catch sight of you;” He shrugged. “Tell me was it for the look or that he called you my concubine?”

“Both.”

“Interesting.” He stood, he spotted Gallus. “Come here.”

Gallus, came to attention and nodding he came over.

“Yes, sire?”

“Take a few of the men with you that you trust and bring that man here. Things may become rough.”

He made a fist and clapped his chest. “As you will it sire.”

He glanced down at you. “Stand.”

*********

Inwardly you felt yourself tremble. You couldn’t have lied to him it. But now you didn’t know what to do. Running away wasn’t an option.

Once you were standing you held your hands behind your back. While you watched Gallus gather some of the men, you wrung your hands.

“Geta.” You whispered.

“It can wait.”

You nodded. Yet, the slice words his sharp tone felt like a slap.

As your fingers found the bracelet the memory of him, the moment and other small moments did little to ease you.

You swallowed when they returned.

“Your sire called for my presence?”

“Yes.”

Glancing at Geta as he spoke, you noticed that his earth colored eyes had grown dark.

“I was informed that you called her my concubine.”

“I did.”

“Did someone tell you this or was this something you believed was the truth ?”

“Yes, sire I believed it to be the truth.”

Geta came over to you. “Give me your hand where the gift lays.”

You did as you were told.

He took your hand and showed your unmarred wrist. He let it go, then he moved swiftly behind easily you felt him behind.

“Don’t struggle.” He whispered close to ear. “Let us look at her.” He said in a much louder voice.

With a quick nimbleness he pealed a portion of your dress away from you.

“See there is no mark. I have made no formal announcement.”

He came out from behind you.

“I do not approve of your interaction with her. She belongs to me and as such, you are to be sent back to the city effective immediately. There you will accompany the last legion that is joining General Acacius in the fight for Numida.”

Your heart thudded; your feelings for Geta strengthened. You wished there were words you could express.

*******

His body felt like it did when the gods spoke through him to deliver justice in the arena. He knew they must be pleased with what he chose to do for you.

He felt different, he felt powerful.

*********

The sol was warm as its rays danced on your closed eyes. Stirring from sleep, you there was deep, even breathing. You smiled. Glancing in its direction, your vision was filled with Geta. Lying on his back, his chest which resembled great, magnificent statues not only those crafted in his image but those of the gods in the heavens.

It was not till you shifted, to rest your cheek in your hand that your fingers were close to his as they rested on his stomach.

“Was I talking?” His voice was deep from slumber.

“Oh? No it was Apollo’s sol that awoke me.”

“Good. Hoping those days don’t return.”

His eyes opened a sliver, as they caught yours.

“Caracalla, after having his moments of turmoil, he’ll sleep and murmur nothings.”

He exhaled, before continuing.

“My nutrix, said I was already talking to the gods.”

“I believe it. They followed, guided you the son of the emperor.”

A soft smile crossed his face.

“That is true. They made gave their aid, where they saw fit. Some difficulties were whispered of. So I knew they were there.”

He gently scratched his stomach, before he moved and to lay on his side as you were doing.

“At a young age, my toy figures and horses were already my subjects."

He reached, his fingertips grazed your brow as brushed an errant strand that fell into your face away.

“Your son, your future will know that as well.”

“He will.”

You watched as something came over his face. Quickly, he pulled back and left the bed.

“Geta? Did I…”

He returned before you could finish the question you had pass your lips.

He took your hand that had come to lay loosely on your side. His lips pressed against one of your knuckles. Almost the same moment, it felt as if butterflies had let loose within you.

“Eros took Psyche in his love, I have taken you. He took her away from the dreariness of existence and I did the same. I wish for you to be my wife. Will you be mine but now as a wife?”

“Geta.” You trembled as you breathed his name.

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What the Emperor Wants

Part Eleven

Summary: Passions are aflame but a stormy cloud rolls in.

Notes/Warning: 18+ & over, p in v sex, consensual sex, mentions & thoughts about old gods, dated thoughts on women…men, Geta shows some of his darker nature, there is a slap, and there is some angst.

This places the story, sometime before the film.

Tablinum an office like room in an ancient Roman home.

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A soft sound came from him. You pulled back worried, you had gone too far.

“No, do that again it feels good.

Rain came down heavy. The wind had picked ip. Lightning continued to streak across the sky, thunder rumbled loudly but it did not drown out Geta. He was as magnificent as the gods above.

The two of you had not even been able to make it to the settee. Passions had ignited. He ravaged with his slender fingers; he left no part of you untouched. The frame of the balcony did little to support you when your knees grew weak from Geta’s passion.

Soon, together you both moved to the floor. The only comfort the cold stone was the soft fabrics of your clothes and the heat the came off of Geta in his passionate state. The coolness of floor was a relief, he was hot as well stoked fire. The rain fell hard down on the two of you. You slipped and moved the best you could. You had not thought he could look so magnificent but he did.

“I need you now. Will you bid me entrance?” His breathing was harsh, his hair was wild and no longer well kept.

“Yes, Geta please I don’t think I can wait much longer myself.”

Soon, he pulled himself back. You watched as he focused himself. He reigned himself before guiding his arousal which looked bigger then and more enflamed from all the maneuvering and rubbing against each others and the fabrics. You were aching to feel him fill you once more.

A loud moan erupted from you as he slid in.

“Yes, that is all of me.” He managed between placing more of what felt like passionate nibbles on you. His breath hot.

“Make me never forget this night.” You whimpered and clutched onto him.

“That is my intention.” He managed before a moan broke his lips.

Your eyes met, a breath shattered and you both nibbled and even shared what could have passed as kisses. They were delightful.

After what he had said not a long time ago, you had never thought it would be possible.

******

The curtains flapping made you stir. Blinking, you saw that the rain was still heavy. A few of the candles must. Burned low and extinguished from the room being dimmer. Your shared passions had brought a cloak of sleep that settled over the two of you.

A gentle yet insistent knocking woke you further. That’s when you realized your position, earlier brought a smile to your lips.

*******

Geta, had rested his sweaty brow against your shoulder before the sleep had claimed the two of you. You had nestled your fingers in his fiery strands.

You had managed to make sure Geta was able to lay on a settee. When you had turned to give him room, he had refused and insisted you share the soft cushioned spot with him. One of his arms was thrown over you. His face was buried somehow into your side and one of the pillows. Based on his breathing, sleep had a deep hold on him.

“Geta, my passionate emperor there is someone who appears to need you.”

An inaudible sound came from him.

“Yes, have no respect.” You echoed what you felt the emotion was in his incoherence. It made a smile play on his lips. “You are out here for a reason.”

“Yes. You’re right.” He finally looked up at you. He was rumbled and smudged from the passions you shared. For the first time, he looked like truly a young behind the crown. Your feelings for him grew.

A knock came once again, it was sharper and louder.

“Shall I go and attend to that?”

“I don’t know, I am enjoying this moment. I am convinced my blossom might have some of Aphrodite guiding her.”

You brushed errant strands from his forehead. His eyes twinkled as they met yours. His arm tightened around you, keeping you close.

“If I let her go she may take flight like a lot of goddesses are known to do.”

“You’ve captured me.” You smiled. “I am yours but allow me to say, I do believe that even with grace of Apollo; Cupid surely has a given you the blessings of passion.”

He smiled. It was soft, didn’t make his face tight.

“If you promise?”

“I do.”

“Then go and answer, but cover your form, I do not wish to let others lay their eyes upon you.”

*******

The fabrics somehow worked and folded as they should, despite being wet. You had bot realized just how much the rain had gotten to them. They were terribly heavy.

You glanced at Geta. He nodded.

Taking a breath, you opened the door. How did make it look so easy. The torches flickered. You didn’t know who or what to expect would be standing there.

A pretorian guard, perhaps but it was Aelia.

You watched as something washed over her face. What you didn’t know. Though you were still relieved it was her.

“Aelia.” You greeted.

“The general has arrived and has asked to have an audience with Geta.”

You heard some shuffling and glancing back, you saw a scowl come over his face as he stood. He also struggled with the fabrics.

You stepped aside once he as closer.

“Tell him, I will receive him in my Tablinum.”

“Yes, Geta.” She bowed her head before properly departed but not before you felt and met her gaze.

You felt as if something shifted. A fluttering of a chill fell over you as you closed the door.

“Doesn’t he realize, I left the city for a reason?” Annoyance marred his face and his voice.

He threw the extra fabrics of his garments that were particularly soaked, across the room. You flinched as they slammed into vase, it shattered.

“I do not want to be bothered.”

You remained silent, your heart sank. You heard he had moments of rage.

He paced back and forth in what remained of his clothes. A broad golden belt was wrapped around trim his waist, some remaining fabrics flowed down his legs, stopping at his ankles.

“Anything, he wants could have waited till I returned.” His voice grew sharper.

You nodded. “Yes, Geta.” Your words barely above a whisper.

He was in front of you before you could exhale. The twinkle was gone, a fire replaced it and was there. “Did you say something?”

You kept your head down. “I was merely agreeing with you.” Your voice just above a whisper.

He brought your chin up. You winced at his rough touch.

“What have I told you?” He snarled. “Don’t you ever look away from me.”

“I’m sorry.”

You swallowed.

“He should know better.” You quickly added.

“That’s right.”

His eyes narrowed as he looked at you before releasing your chin go.

“Now, go to your quarters. Tomorrow we will ride.”

“You’re dismissing me?” Your heart thudded, his sudden anger stung.

He drew close. “Yes.”

*******

Holding the fabrics and the various bits of your clothes, somehow you made it to your room. Only tripping, by grace not actually falling on the return to your room. One of the guards looked up and down as you approached your door.

“You want something?” You said before you could reign in your tongue.

“Just looking at what the emperor has taken for a concubine.”

You smacked him, the sound echoed louder than your sandals had in the hallway.

His eyes looking fierce in the light of the torches. You took a step back, you’d gone too far. He cast a large shadow over you as he drew closer.

“What are you doing with those wet clothes, we still have to get your room in order?” Aelia called from behind you.

“I was not terribly sure if I was in the right place.”

“You are. Get in there.”

Walking into your room, spotting a table, you leaned against it to calm yourself. Fear still tingled in you. Your stomach churned.

Those honey, sweet words were none you had ever heard for yourself. Sometimes, your father had spoken as kindly to your mother. Then his anger was absolutely awful and a force within itself.

“Over here is the wardrobe that holds your garments.”

You turned to Aelia. Her presence and words brought you back to your room.

“I have a wardrobe?”

“Yes, he made sure you had a selection that would serve you well here and once the two of you are back in the city.”

“I don’t know what to say.”

“It’s what has been promised to you. Look it over, I will return shortly.”

His cold detachment hurt and yet his gentleness earlier was such a sharp contrast to now. You would have to remember this; the good would be so good and the bad will be very hard.

*********

He tore off his remaining clothes. How dare he just show up. How would he like it if he just showed up and visited his wife, he raged inwardly. A foul mood fell over him.

He went over to where some of his clothes were stored. The doors of the wardrobes bounced as he tore them open.

Finding one of his robes, he slipped it on and tied the belt. Running his fingers through his hair he attempted to calm the unruly strands.

*******

Only a few torches were alit as he went down the hallways. Aelia stood by the door. He met her eyes and pressed his lips together before he opened the door to his Tablinum. Acacius’s back was to him. He could tell in light in the room he was wearing some of his finest armor.

“General Acacius? Your arrival better be important.”

The man turned sharply on his heel. Some of the armor clanked. He bowed.

“It is, the army is ready. I am taking Darius and our water fleet to finally capture the taking last of Numida.”

A smirk curled his lips. “Good. Teach those barbarians what it’s like when they entangle with Romans.”

“With pleasure sire.”

“Good.” He stepped closer to the general. “Now hear this, when I am here I do not like to be disturbed.”

He noticed despite his still respectful stance Acacius shifted how he leaned.

“Normally, a messenger would have sufficed but this is grand news. We shall take a moment and drink to the victory you will surely have.”

He looked at the doorway. “Aelia?”

On quick steps Aelia came in and poured some wine easily and handed them both a glass.

“May Mars favor you and our legionaries.” He held up the glass.

“With the grace of Mars and you, my emperor. Geta.”

“Yes.” And the glasses clinked. “May Mars accompany you.”

********

Before returning to his chambers, he went and knelt in front of the shrine he kept there. It was private, he didn’t feel like he had the prying eyes of others on him. It pleased him to see that some offerings had already been placed around it.

Closing his eyes he murmured some prayers. He felt good, strengthened. Mars had been guiding him and Acacius. Getting up, feeling good he returned to his chambers. The future was bright.

******

Aelia left, you were still looking at all the clothes and you were left lingering a glance at your bracelet that still sat on your wrist. His words from not long ago echoed in your thoughts.

You will be dressed and groomed accordingly….

Though to actually see it all, to feel it all was something else entirely. You were used to having a shift to wear when you slept and a dress that you had kept impeccable. Now, you’re had already worn one new dress and now since the new garments had arrived you were left breathless, such finery was beyond any dream or prayer you could have made.

Sleep began pulling on you. Rolling onto your back, before allowing sleep to claim you; you murmured soft words of your gratitude to the gods above for all that had been bestowed upon you.

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What the Emperor Wants

Part Eleven

Summary: Passions are aflame but a stormy cloud rolls in.

Notes/Warning: 18+ & over, p in v sex, consensual sex, mentions & thoughts about old gods, dated thoughts on women…men, Geta shows some of his darker nature, there is a slap, and there is some angst.

This places the story, sometime before the film.

Tablinum an office like room in an ancient Roman home.

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A soft sound came from him. You pulled back worried, you had gone too far.

“No, do that again it feels good.

Rain came down heavy. The wind had picked ip. Lightning continued to streak across the sky, thunder rumbled loudly but it did not drown out Geta. He was as magnificent as the gods above.

The two of you had not even been able to make it to the settee. Passions had ignited. He ravaged with his slender fingers; he left no part of you untouched. The frame of the balcony did little to support you when your knees grew weak from Geta’s passion.

Soon, together you both moved to the floor. The only comfort the cold stone was the soft fabrics of your clothes and the heat the came off of Geta in his passionate state. The coolness of floor was a relief, he was hot as well stoked fire. The rain fell hard down on the two of you. You slipped and moved the best you could. You had not thought he could look so magnificent but he did.

“I need you now. Will you bid me entrance?” His breathing was harsh, his hair was wild and no longer well kept.

“Yes, Geta please I don’t think I can wait much longer myself.”

Soon, he pulled himself back. You watched as he focused himself. He reigned himself before guiding his arousal which looked bigger then and more enflamed from all the maneuvering and rubbing against each others and the fabrics. You were aching to feel him fill you once more.

A loud moan erupted from you as he slid in.

“Yes, that is all of me.” He managed between placing more of what felt like passionate nibbles on you. His breath hot.

“Make me never forget this night.” You whimpered and clutched onto him.

“That is my intention.” He managed before a moan broke his lips.

Your eyes met, a breath shattered and you both nibbled and even shared what could have passed as kisses. They were delightful.

After what he had said not a long time ago, you had never thought it would be possible.

******

The curtains flapping made you stir. Blinking, you saw that the rain was still heavy. A few of the candles must. Burned low and extinguished from the room being dimmer. Your shared passions had brought a cloak of sleep that settled over the two of you.

A gentle yet insistent knocking woke you further. That’s when you realized your position, earlier brought a smile to your lips.

*******

Geta, had rested his sweaty brow against your shoulder before the sleep had claimed the two of you. You had nestled your fingers in his fiery strands.

You had managed to make sure Geta was able to lay on a settee. When you had turned to give him room, he had refused and insisted you share the soft cushioned spot with him. One of his arms was thrown over you. His face was buried somehow into your side and one of the pillows. Based on his breathing, sleep had a deep hold on him.

“Geta, my passionate emperor there is someone who appears to need you.”

An inaudible sound came from him.

“Yes, have no respect.” You echoed what you felt the emotion was in his incoherence. It made a smile play on his lips. “You are out here for a reason.”

“Yes. You’re right.” He finally looked up at you. He was rumbled and smudged from the passions you shared. For the first time, he looked like truly a young behind the crown. Your feelings for him grew.

A knock came once again, it was sharper and louder.

“Shall I go and attend to that?”

“I don’t know, I am enjoying this moment. I am convinced my blossom might have some of Aphrodite guiding her.”

You brushed errant strands from his forehead. His eyes twinkled as they met yours. His arm tightened around you, keeping you close.

“If I let her go she may take flight like a lot of goddesses are known to do.”

“You’ve captured me.” You smiled. “I am yours but allow me to say, I do believe that even with grace of Apollo; Cupid surely has a given you the blessings of passion.”

He smiled. It was soft, didn’t make his face tight.

“If you promise?”

“I do.”

“Then go and answer, but cover your form, I do not wish to let others lay their eyes upon you.”

*******

The fabrics somehow worked and folded as they should, despite being wet. You had bot realized just how much the rain had gotten to them. They were terribly heavy.

You glanced at Geta. He nodded.

Taking a breath, you opened the door. How did make it look so easy. The torches flickered. You didn’t know who or what to expect would be standing there.

A pretorian guard, perhaps but it was Aelia.

You watched as something washed over her face. What you didn’t know. Though you were still relieved it was her.

“Aelia.” You greeted.

“The general has arrived and has asked to have an audience with Geta.”

You heard some shuffling and glancing back, you saw a scowl come over his face as he stood. He also struggled with the fabrics.

You stepped aside once he as closer.

“Tell him, I will receive him in my Tablinum.”

“Yes, Geta.” She bowed her head before properly departed but not before you felt and met her gaze.

You felt as if something shifted. A fluttering of a chill fell over you as you closed the door.

“Doesn’t he realize, I left the city for a reason?” Annoyance marred his face and his voice.

He threw the extra fabrics of his garments that were particularly soaked, across the room. You flinched as they slammed into vase, it shattered.

“I do not want to be bothered.”

You remained silent, your heart sank. You heard he had moments of rage.

He paced back and forth in what remained of his clothes. A broad golden belt was wrapped around trim his waist, some remaining fabrics flowed down his legs, stopping at his ankles.

“Anything, he wants could have waited till I returned.” His voice grew sharper.

You nodded. “Yes, Geta.” Your words barely above a whisper.

He was in front of you before you could exhale. The twinkle was gone, a fire replaced it and was there. “Did you say something?”

You kept your head down. “I was merely agreeing with you.” Your voice just above a whisper.

He brought your chin up. You winced at his rough touch.

“What have I told you?” He snarled. “Don’t you ever look away from me.”

“I’m sorry.”

You swallowed.

“He should know better.” You quickly added.

“That’s right.”

His eyes narrowed as he looked at you before releasing your chin go.

“Now, go to your quarters. Tomorrow we will ride.”

“You’re dismissing me?” Your heart thudded, his sudden anger stung.

He drew close. “Yes.”

*******

Holding the fabrics and the various bits of your clothes, somehow you made it to your room. Only tripping, by grace not actually falling on the return to your room. One of the guards looked up and down as you approached your door.

“You want something?” You said before you could reign in your tongue.

“Just looking at what the emperor has taken for a concubine.”

You smacked him, the sound echoed louder than your sandals had in the hallway.

His eyes looking fierce in the light of the torches. You took a step back, you’d gone too far. He cast a large shadow over you as he drew closer.

“What are you doing with those wet clothes, we still have to get your room in order?” Aelia called from behind you.

“I was not terribly sure if I was in the right place.”

“You are. Get in there.”

Walking into your room, spotting a table, you leaned against it to calm yourself. Fear still tingled in you. Your stomach churned.

Those honey, sweet words were none you had ever heard for yourself. Sometimes, your father had spoken as kindly to your mother. Then his anger was absolutely awful and a force within itself.

“Over here is the wardrobe that holds your garments.”

You turned to Aelia. Her presence and words brought you back to your room.

“I have a wardrobe?”

“Yes, he made sure you had a selection that would serve you well here and once the two of you are back in the city.”

“I don’t know what to say.”

“It’s what has been promised to you. Look it over, I will return shortly.”

His cold detachment hurt and yet his gentleness earlier was such a sharp contrast to now. You would have to remember this; the good would be so good and the bad will be very hard.

*********

He tore off his remaining clothes. How dare he just show up. How would he like it if he just showed up and visited his wife, he raged inwardly. A foul mood fell over him.

He went over to where some of his clothes were stored. The doors of the wardrobes bounced as he tore them open.

Finding one of his robes, he slipped it on and tied the belt. Running his fingers through his hair he attempted to calm the unruly strands.

*******

Only a few torches were alit as he went down the hallways. Aelia stood by the door. He met her eyes and pressed his lips together before he opened the door to his Tablinum. Acacius’s back was to him. He could tell in light in the room he was wearing some of his finest armor.

“General Acacius? Your arrival better be important.”

The man turned sharply on his heel. Some of the armor clanked. He bowed.

“It is, the army is ready. I am taking Darius and our water fleet to finally capture the taking last of Numida.”

A smirk curled his lips. “Good. Teach those barbarians what it’s like when they entangle with Romans.”

“With pleasure sire.”

“Good.” He stepped closer to the general. “Now hear this, when I am here I do not like to be disturbed.”

He noticed despite his still respectful stance Acacius shifted how he leaned.

“Normally, a messenger would have sufficed but this is grand news. We shall take a moment and drink to the victory you will surely have.”

He looked at the doorway. “Aelia?”

On quick steps Aelia came in and poured some wine easily and handed them both a glass.

“May Mars favor you and our legionaries.” He held up the glass.

“With the grace of Mars and you, my emperor. Geta.”

“Yes.” And the glasses clinked. “May Mars accompany you.”

********

Before returning to his chambers, he went and knelt in front of the shrine he kept there. It was private, he didn’t feel like he had the prying eyes of others on him. It pleased him to see that some offerings had already been placed around it.

Closing his eyes he murmured some prayers. He felt good, strengthened. Mars had been guiding him and Acacius. Getting up, feeling good he returned to his chambers. The future was bright.

******

Aelia left, you were still looking at all the clothes and you were left lingering a glance at your bracelet that still sat on your wrist. His words from not long ago echoed in your thoughts.

You will be dressed and groomed accordingly….

Though to actually see it all, to feel it all was something else entirely. You were used to having a shift to wear when you slept and a dress that you had kept impeccable. Now, you’re had already worn one new dress and now since the new garments had arrived you were left breathless, such finery was beyond any dream or prayer you could have made.

Sleep began pulling on you. Rolling onto your back, before allowing sleep to claim you; you murmured soft words of your gratitude to the gods above for all that had been bestowed upon you.

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