#daughter of the emperor

[lauraagrace]

It's the last Thursday of the month, which means it's time to feature all the shoujo, josei, manhwa, and light novels that are releasing in the month of December! 🤩

Hope you see one of your favorite manga releasing a new volume and discover a new series to try! 🥳

Please note that all dates are subject to change and that almost all information (dates and covers) are directly taken from the publisher's website!

[hatsumishinogu]

Daughter of the Emperor Vol.16

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[mizstik]

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Daughter of the Emperor Vol. 1 delivers a surprising amount of laughs

Daughter of the Emperor Vol. 1 delivers a surprising amount of laughs #manga #comics #comicbooks #graphicnovel

Ariadna Lerg Illestri Pre Agrigent is no ordinary baby. She’s the princess of an empire, she doesn’t cry at all, and…she was born with memories of her previous life?! Not to mention her father’s trying to kill her! Blessed with a chance to start over but cursed with a crazed tyrant as her father, Ria must navigate the chaos of growing up in the palace—conceited concubines, grand birthday…

[izzy02soph]

Generals Daughter and her gladiator 🤎🏛️

Hanno/ Lucius Verus x afab! Reader

I own none of these characters except Y/N (if you even want to consider her a character)

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Y/N stood amongst the opulence of Senator Thraex's grand party, her eyes scanning the lavish surroundings. The twin emperors, were seated in places of honor, their presence commanding the room, while their whores rubbed themselves desperately against their emperors. But it was the sight in the center of the room that captured her attention—two gladiators were about to fight for the evening's entertainment.

“What are they going to do Aelia?” Y/N asked her friend next to her who was coincidentally Senator Thraxe’s young wife, Aelia

“What does it look like, silly, they’re gonna fight!” Aelia said getting excited

Among them was a fierce looking dark haired man, and an older barbaric gladiator known for his fierce reputation. As the fight started, Y/N watched intently. The dark haired man seemed reluctant, trying to stop the other man, but the crowd's demands and the emperor's orders left him no choice. With a heavy heart and a fierce determination, after minutes of fighting, the dark haired man eventually impaled his opponent, the crowd in the room erupting in cheers. Y/N and Aelia giggling as they clapped, finding entertainment in these fights.

“What a spectacular fight” Emperor Geta said as he finished clapping dramatically and walked over in front of the dark haired man.

“What’s your name, slave.”

The silence in the room was deafening, so silent you could hear your guards breathing.

“Hanno is his name, Caesar. He only speaks his native tounge, Caesar” Macrinus the stable master said as he reassured him.

The emperor hummed as if he was thinking of what to say next. Finally, the dark haired slave spoke up.

“The gates of Hell are open night and day; smooth the descent, and easy the way. But to return, and view the cheerful skies, in this the task and mighty labor lies.” He said with a smug look.

“So Hanno is a poet, too” Geta said while chuckling dryly.

“Geta don’t be rude” Caracalla said in a joking manner as he sat up in his seat. All his jewelry clanked as he moved.

For a split second Hanno looked over trying to regain his composure, eyes landing on Y/N

“Can’t wait to see how you are in the arena. Hanno.” Emperor Geta said as he looked at the slave one last time before walking back to his seat

Soon after, the music of the harp started back up. Moved by his internal struggle and the raw power he displayed, Y/N made a swift decision. She turned to her guard and whispered urgently, "I must meet him. Arrange it immediately." The guard nodded and hurried to comply.

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Soon after, Y/N found herself in the steam-filled bathhouse where Hanno was enjoying his hard-earned reward. He looked up as she entered, jewelry adorning her wrists and her necklace sparkling off the steaming water. His eyes narrowing with suspicion and curiosity. “You’re not supposed to be here" he said, his voice rough and edged with bitterness.

“So he speaks”

Y/N stepped closer, her gaze unwavering. "I saw you fight. You did not want to kill him, yet you did. I wanted to meet the man who battles not just with his body, but with his conscience."

Hanno's expression softened slightly, a flicker of intrigue in his eyes. "And what do you hope to gain from this meeting? And again why are you here?" His words were still harsh, but there was a hint of something else—perhaps a spark of interest in the boldness of the beautiful lady.

“You heard me the first time” Y/N said, in a challenging tone. She sat down on the ledge of the tub as spoke with a lowered voice. "I want to know where you came from, Hanno. Who you are beyond the fighting. I saw the conflict in your eyes tonight. You're not just a brute for their entertainment."

Hanno's eyes narrowed, though his posture remained relaxed. "You speak with conviction, but words are easy, princess. What makes you think your curiosity will change anything? What makes you think I even want to share my past?"

“You think I’m a princess? So eager to jump to conclusions. Well if it make a difference I’m General Acacius’ daughter. Now you know where I come from” Y/N said trying to read the dark haired man

“You didn’t answer me the first time, why are you here?” Hanno said, eyes darkening as he realized who’s daughter he was talking to

Y/N's lips curved into a smirk. "Because I believe there's more to you than what meets the eye. And because I know what it's like to be trapped by expectations, to have your identity overshadowed by a title. We are not so different, you and I.“ She said as she got up from where she was sitting and got ready to walk out.

“In two days time, when you’re in the arena, win the crowd. They’ll love you” She said smugly before walking out.

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Two days later, the Colosseum was buzzing with excitement. The gladiator games were set to continue, and the crowd was eager for more bloodshed. The Emperors, Macrinus, General Acacius, Lucilla, and Y/N were all present, watching intently from their seats. All in their noble attire, the emperors gold accessories sparkling in the sunlight.

Hanno and the other gladiators were brought into the arena. As they stood there, Hanno knelt and ran the dirt through his hands, a gesture reminiscent of the late warrior Maximus. This caught Lucilla’s attention, and she recognized Hanno. Y/N, noticing Lucilla’s reaction, leaned in.

“Lucilla, you seem troubled. Are you alright?” Y/N asked with genuine concern.

“I am fine, just... a memory stirred dear,” Lucilla replied, her voice tinged with a hint of sadness.

The games commenced with a brutal fervor. Hanno and the other gladiators were pitted against the undefeated gladiator Glyceo, who entered the arena atop his fearsome rhino. The battle was fierce and chaotic, with Glyceo mercilessly slaughtering the other men. The crowd roared with approval as the bodies fell, leaving only Hanno standing against Glyceo.

Y/N nervously started twisting her rings around her fingers, praying to the gods they kept Hanno alive.

Hanno and Glyceo faced each other, the tension palpable. Their fight was intense, each strike filled with raw power. Glyceo managed to knock Hanno to the ground. Geta, watching from above, turned his back looking for someone to help him decide

“Y/N, what do you think we should do with him” Geta asked as the arena waited for an answer

“Caesar, show mercy.” Y/N said in an almost pleading tone. Finding entertainment in these fights. Geta pointed his thumb upwards. Giving Glyceo a chance to spear Hanno

“Mercy is for the weak.”

Hanno, refusing to give up, rose to his feet and continued the fight. With a final, desperate effort, he impaled Glyceo, the champion’s eyes widening in shock as the blade was pulled out of his stomach. The crowd fell silent, holding their breath as they awaited the next move.

Geta, maintaining his cruel demeanor, gave the thumbs-down signal. Hanno, breathing heavily and covered in blood, took two swords and, with a swift, cross-like motion, decapitated Glyceo. The head rolled away as the crowd erupted into a mixture of shock and exhilaration.

Y/n watched intently as Hanno stood victorious, his chest heaving, and his eyes wandered to the Emperors box across the arena. The crowd cheering was deafening. He had won the crowd. In that moment, it was clear that the games were far from over.

Y/n felt a shiver run down her spine, knowing that this was only the beginning of a much larger conflict.

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“Row. Row. Row” The commander said as the gladiators kept rowing, the practice exhausting them, hands aching.

“Ridiculous” Hanno mumbled as the commander walked past him. The commander immediately stopped in his tracks.

“What did you say, slave?”

“I said this is ridiculous” Hanno said staring him down.

“Alright, everyone out. Except you” The commander said.

“You will row until it isn’t ridiculous” the commander said as he grinned evilly as he stood tall, hands behind his back.

“I guess we’ll be here a while then” Hanno said as he started rowing again.

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After practice, Hanno woke up by a stinging pain in his hand, still seated in the boat. Ravi, the healer, seated in front of him.

"Calm down, Hanno. It is just vinegar" Ravi said, his voice calm and reassuring as he gathered his materials.

As Ravi worked, cleaning and bandaging Hanno's hands, Hanno couldn't help but think about Y/N. The way she had leaned in to speak with Lucilla, the concern in her eyes—it all intrigued him.

"Ravi," Hanno began, wincing slightly as Ravi applied a salve to a particularly deep cut, "Tell me about Y/N."

"Y/N Acacius? General Acacius’ daughter? Why do you want to know?” Ravi said, chuckling as if it was a funny question.

“Well go on.”

Ravi paused for a moment, a thoughtful look crossing his face. “There’s not much to it. She's the general's daughter…. But.. never mind.

“What Ravi?” Hanno said, starting to get annoyed.

“There's more to her than what meets the eye."

Hanno's interest was piqued. "What do you mean?"

Ravi continued, his hands moving deftly over Hanno's wounds. "She's a warrior, trained in the arts of combat. But she stopped fighting after the death of her mother and her father's remarriage. People know she knows how to fight, but not many bother for her hand because they know she’s strong and the general’s daughter—meaning she was taught very well in combat."

Hanno absorbed this information, a newfound interest growing within him. "A warrior who set aside her sword... I didn't expect that."

Ravi smiled slightly. "Few do. But y/n is not one to be underestimated. She carries the weight of her responsibilities with grace and strength. You'd do well to remember that. Why do you want to know though, I thought you hated the General."

As Ravi finished tending to his wounds, Hanno felt a sense of admiration and curiosity about Y/N. He realized that there was much more to her than he had initially thought, and he was determined to learn more about the mysterious women who had captured his attention.

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Y/N was lounging in the tablinum area, her mind drifting aimlessly as she tried to relax. The events of the day had been intense, and she needed a moment of peace. Just then, Lucilla walked in, her face etched with worry and tension.

"Lucilla, what's wrong?" Y/N asked, sitting up straighter. She had noticed Lucilla's troubled demeanor earlier at the games but hadn't had the chance to ask.

Lucilla hesitated, her eyes filled with a mix of sorrow and determination. "Y/N, there's something I need to tell you. But if I tell you, you cannot share this to another soul. And right now only your father knows about this.”

“What troubles you?”

“It's about Hanno... or rather, Lucius." Lucilla says as she finds a seat near Y/N

Y/N's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Lucius? What do you mean?"

Taking a deep breath, Lucilla began to explain. "Hanno is actually my son. His real name is Lucius. After my brother Commodus was killed by Maximus, I had to send Lucius away to keep him safe. He was and still is the rightful successor, and I feared for his life."

Y/N listened intently, the pieces of the puzzle slowly coming together. "So, you sent him away to protect him?"

"Yes," Lucilla nodded, her voice trembling slightly. "Senator Gracchus helped me arrange to meet with Lucius to tell him the truth about his parentage. He is the son of Maximus. But when I told him, he was furious. He ordered me to leave his cell, angry that I had sent him away and blaming Acacius for Arishat’s death."

Y/N's heart ached for Lucilla. She didn’t know who Arishat was or why he was mad at her father, but she had to figure it out"That's a lot for him to take in. What will you do now?"

"I went to your father," Lucilla admitted, her eyes pleading. "I asked him to help Lucius. He needs guidance and support now more than ever."

Y/N reached out, placing a comforting hand on Lucilla's shoulder. "We'll find a way to help him. He's strong, just like you. We'll get through this together."

Lucilla nodded, a tear slipping down her cheek. "Thank you, Y/N. Your support means everything to me."

Together, they sat in the quiet of the tablinum, the weight of their shared burdens palpable but bearable in each other's company.

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I hope yall liked it! I got a request from someone to make a story for this, so I did it! Now I know it’s not all comely accurate but I’m working with what I got so take it or leave it! There most likely will be a part 2 if this goes how I want it but let me know if y’all even want a pt 2!🩷

[diushek]

More DILF Shen Yuan because I woke up from that mood

Shen Yuan has an ex-wife with whom he gets along well, an older daughter who is already of legal age as geeky as he is, two younger thirteen years old twin sons, and his daughter under ten years old. He is closer to fifty than forty, and apparently a traditional life with a wife and children was what was necessary for him to accept how terribly homosexual he is.

But that's okay, he supposes. Accepting his sexuality, learning to communicate better... Necessary things. His ex-wife is now his friend, his children are well raised with lots of love and patience. Shen Yuan does not consider his divorce a failure, as his brothers accuse him, just another experience. He was not happy in his marriage. Why should he remain in a place where he was not happy?

Then one day, Luo Binghe knocks on his door.

Shen Yuan looks at the haughty man dressed in xianxia robes, a sword on his back, says "fuck not today" and closes the door in his face. Luo Binghe enters anyway. Look, Shen Yuan may enjoy the habit of reading and trashing web novels... That doesn't mean he accepts web novel protagonists ending up at his doorstep! Really!!

Luo Binghe looks shocked to see him, Shizun this, Shizun that. He looks at him as if Shen Yuan in his haughty fifties with gray hair and a tired face had two heads or four arms.

Well, it's Luo Binghe. Shen Yuan knows that he has no chance to fight him. It's not even opposed to the idea of fantasy - age drains one's imagination. If Luo Binghe is there, great, damn, he really is there.

Shen Yuan takes a deep breath, scolds him for breaking his door, tells him that he's really not in the mood for games or riddles. He has to finish correcting some important files which must be delivered no later than tonight. Luo Binghe is invited to stay as long as he keeps that sword away from his children. This week they will be with their mother, but not the following week, and that is his only condition. He's not going to let the kids near that sword.

... Luo Binghe surprisingly accepts it.

In reality, Shen Yuan is concentrating on his work so as not to think that there is a xianxia protagonist inspecting every aspect of his house. By the time he submits the corrections he owes, it's not even dusk yet and Luo Binghe is sitting on the sofa in the living room, watching a historical drama that Shen Yuan sometimes watches with a look of surprise. Shen Yuan explains the plot to him a bit and when it seems that Luo Binghe is more lost than found, he actually asks him what he wants. How did he get there? Why to his house? What does he want?

Luo Binghe looks annoyed that he has to explain - as if Shen Yuan should know beforehand or just agree to Luo Binghe's demands without asking! He explains about opening portals with Xin Mo, a strange world where there was another him, a kind Shizun married to another Luo Binghe. Something about a soul exchange, tracing the soul back to... him. Luo Binghe wants that kind Shizun for himself. He wants what is rightfully his. Why would a Luo Binghe have someone like that in his life, and he wouldn't?

Shen Yuan tries to be open-minded enough. Well, it's not like there's any other explanation. Luo Binghe shows him his claws, his zuiyin, and it's clear that he really is who he says he is. Shen Yuan assumes that a version of him (different? Who came out of the closet before marrying a woman?) transmigrated and took his favorite character as a husband, even if it is from the skin of the scum villain. Well, congratulations to him. Shen Yuan wishes them all the best.

But now there is a very real, very demonic, very traumatized Luo Binghe in his living room, watching a transmigration drama, trying to understand everything. Shen Yuan feels sad for him. He definitely needs kindness, good treatment, better care. These are not things he gets in the harem! Always having to be the provider, the protector, the one who gives his all. Shen Yuan had always been annoyed by that part of the story.

Well, now he can change that, can't he?

He tells him that he is not willing to go with him. He has a very good job as an editor, his children have an arrangement to spend one week at his house and one week at their mother's house, he has a good relationship with his ex-wife. Going to another universe would complicate his life as long as he doesn't do it during his vacation season.

However, Luo Binghe is welcome to stay. Shen Yuan will be kind to him, but if Luo Binghe wants to, he must communicate about it. And he cannot talk about other worlds, demons, harem or emperors when his children are at home. Luo Binghe doesn't quite agree, but he agrees. Shen Yuan promises him that he will take a vacation and go to that world of his to meet him, but it won't be right away. Luo Binghe is a little appeased by that.

And so, a few days later, Shen Yuan picks up his children from his ex's house and tells them: "I've brought a friend to live with us for a while."

He explains to them that he comes from far away, that he doesn't know much about the city or technology, that he speaks strangely and that it can be overwhelming. But he is a good friend, he cooks exquisitely, and he will enjoy spending time with them.

(Luo Binghe would not agree to that last point.)

They are somewhat wary, a wariness that goes away when they enter a house that smells of delicious, unburned home-cooked food. After dinner, they are more willing to accept Luo Binghe into their home and their life. And Luo Binghe does his part well: he behaves pleasantly, speaks casually, does not terrify or intimidate the children, he is a functional adult... As soon as the kids go to their rooms he looks up at Shen Yuan with big puppy eyes waiting for pats on the head for being good.

Sweet Jesus. Shen Yuan is too out of the closet for this. How will he survive this Luo Binghe who just wants to be treated kindly without spoiling him and showering him with all the love he deserves?

[maomaojinshi]

Father &mother &son&daughter

[mayasaura]

Pyrrha must have fucked Pash up so bad, tho. Like. Imagine. Your aunt's murderer— the aunt you've lived your whole life in veneration of, who died when you were barely old enough to remember her—looks you in the eye and says: "She loved you. She carried your picture and told me who you were, and she was so fucking proud of you."

Like. What do you even do with that???

[ho-for-joequinn-fics]

The Emperor’s Angel

Emperor Geta x General Acacius’ Daughter!Reader

warnings: I don’t know jack shit about the Roman Empire, so we’re just going to pretend that I do 💀 Let’s pretend for the sake of this fic that all the children in Rome are on a lovely little field trip for the day 💀 18+ only! Minors DNI! This fic isn’t for you! possessive!Emperor Geta, Geta uses a pet name (Angel) for Reader instead of her real name, death threats, unprotected p in v smut, rough sex, public sex, exhibitionism, breeding kink, creampie, profanity, etc

summary: After your father’s attempt to hand you off to a gladiator to marry just to get out of fighting him to the death, your true lover, Emperor Geta, decides it’s best to show your father and all of Rome who your heart and body truly belongs to. Him.

Anxiety and rage coursed through your veins as you slipped away from the rowdy Colosseum to escape the ordeal that your father, the General of the Roman army, had gotten you into.

He was challenged by Lucius, son of Lucilla, to fight him in the Colosseum to the death, but instead of agreeing and battling him like a real warrior, he offered you up instead. Not to fight in his place, no, but to give you up to marry Lucius as some sort of bullshit peace offering, and much to your dismay, Lucius agreed to the offer.

There was only one problem with that, you belonged to Emperor Geta.

You and the Emperor had been seeing each other behind your father’s back for several months now, quite close to nearing the one year mark, and with how possessive he was of you, you just knew there was no way in Hell he was letting you go to Lucius of all people.

You had seen the rage in your lover’s gaze when he stared at your father in disbelief, Emperor Geta shocked that your father cared more about his own life rather than his precious daughter. Emperor Caracalla had glanced over at you with a weary look in his eyes, knowing this wasn’t going to end well for both Lucius and your dad considering his brother’s short temper and sadistic tendencies.

That’s when you had fled from the Colosseum and headed towards your chambers in the palace, not wanting to stick around and witness what events would unfold after Lucius agreed to marry you, nor wanting to face your father after he handed you over to someone you despised. There was absolutely no way you were marrying that man, especially since your heart wholeheartedly belonged to Emperor Geta in all his sadistic glory.

Little did you know, he was in hot pursuit of you after screaming in your father’s face that you belonged to him and that no one was to take his precious angel away from him. He demanded your father accept Lucius’ original challenge or he would have him put to death either way.

You barely made it to your chambers before a firm grasp on your upper arm was spinning you around in a flash. Your gaze met the fuming orbs of your lover, his pupils completely overtaken by the rage he felt towards your father and his inconsiderate act of defiance.

“And where do you think you’re running off to, Angel? You’re going to miss such an entertaining battle between your disgrace of a father and that useless peasant Lucius.” His grin was sickening and you’d be fibbing if you denied the fact that it had your cunt flooding with arousal.

“I couldn’t stand to look at my father any longer after he pulled that stunt.” You scoffed, your hands resting on the breastplate of Geta’s gold plated armor. “Who the fuck does he think he is? What makes him think I would want to marry Lucius of all people? If only he knew my heart belongs to you, my perfect Emperor.”

“Oh he does now, my love. Everyone does. I had no choice but to reveal our long kept secret because there was absolutely no way I was giving you away to that peasant. You’re mine, Angel, and no one will ever take you away from me.” Geta’s arms wrapped firmly around your waist now, pressing your hips flush against him as he gazed down at you.

“I’m yours, Geta.” You promised, bringing one of your hands up from where it rested on his chest plate and reaching to cup his cheek, your thumb tracing along his cheekbone before you were leaning up to kiss him deeply.

Geta immediately kissed you harder, more possessively, one arm wrapping tighter around you while his other hand moved to grasp at your ass through your royal robe and gown. “How about we show all of Rome who the fuck you belong to.” He rasped into the space between your mouths, pulling a low moan from your throat as he gave your ass a squeeze. “We’ll force your father to watch as I desecrate his poor daughter’s precious little cunt.”

You whimpered at that, knowing that meant Geta was going to ruthlessly fuck you with zero remorse. Not that you minded, you absolutely loved it when he fucked you as though you were nothing but a fuck toy. You knew that he loved you and cared about you, you were truly the only other thing in this world aside from power that meant anything to him, sometimes he just couldn’t help but to take his sadistic tendencies out on you. It’s a good thing you were able to handle it.

“Please,” you whispered against his lips, your tongue tracing along his bottom one. “I want them all to see that I’m yours and yours alone.”

“That’s my good Angel.” Geta gave your ass a smack before he was lifting you up to carry you into his own chambers, making sure the doors were secured before making his way onto his balcony where he set you back down. The balcony overlooked the entire Colosseum, so it was the perfect place to fuck you for all to see without anyone getting a glimpse of your goods. They were for his eyes only. “Take off your fucking garments.”

You moaned at his demand, immediately removing every single article of clothing that adorned your breathtaking body and tossing them to the ground without a care of whether they got dirty or not. Geta removed his white and gold embellished robe before laying it across the edge of the balcony rail, wanting to make sure you had some sort of padding while he bent you over it to fuck you.

Next to go was his gold-plated armor, carelessly tossing it atop your pile of clothes before he was working at freeing his aching cock from beneath his tunic. “Bend over the railing, Angel.” He commanded, giving his thick veiny cock a few strokes while he positioned himself behind where you obediently bent over for him, his cock twitching in his grasp over the fact that you were completely bare naked compared to him.

“EYES UP HERE, ROME!” Geta bellowed out towards the Colosseum crowd, all eyes suddenly shifting towards where the two of you were present on his expansive balcony. “YOU’RE ALL TO WATCH AS I CLAIM MY FUTURE BRIDE RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU! ANYONE WHO DOESN’T FOLLOW THAT ORDER WILL BE PUT TO DEATH BY MY ROYAL GUARDS!”

Your father’s blood was boiling seeing you in such a vulnerable position, but he knew there was nothing he could do to stop it because Geta wouldn’t hesitate to have him killed. He thought that maybe Geta forced you to be with him and put into this situation, but little did your father know, you wanted this and were in on the whole thing.

“Hold tight, Angel.” Geta murmured in your ear, waiting until your hands were gripping around the stone rail of his balcony before forcing his cock inside you in one hard thrust forward, punching the breath right out of you. “YOU SEE, ROME, THIS WOMAN IS MINE. SHE’S BEEN MINE FOR NEARLY A YEAR AND NO ONE IS GOING TO TAKE HER FROM ME!”

You screamed out as his pace started out with zero remorse just as you anticipated, your head thrown back and eyes rolled towards the back of your skull while you took every harsh nudge of his cock against your sweet spots. Tears sprang from your eyes when he tightly fisted his fingers through your hair and forced your head back so he could gaze upon your features as he fucked you, a twisted grin stretching across his lips.

“OH, IF ONLY YOU COULD SEE HOW BREATHTAKING HER FACE LOOKS WHILE SHE TAKES MY COCK, GENERAL ACACIUS! CAN YOU HEAR HOW SHE SCREAMS FOR ME? ONLY FOR ME?” Geta sneered as his gaze flicked towards your father, staring directly at him while he abused your cunt just the way you liked it. His grip on your hip was bruising while the one in your hair continued pulling tears from your eyes, knowing by your pleasured noises and the occasional clench around his cock that you were enjoying the pain.

“I’m gonna cum.” You moaned lewdly as you gave another clench around him, a guttural moan erupting from Geta’s throat in response.

“Not until I breed you, Angel, until you’re so full of my cum that you’re destined to give me an heir.” Geta rasped into your ear as he continued pounding away inside your soaked cunt, his cock and balls drenched from how much you were dripping for him. He grinned when his mention of breeding you made you clench even tighter around him, his hand releasing your hair so he could clasp it around your throat. “You like the sound of that, huh?”

“Breed me! I’ll give you all the heirs you want! I’ll be your good little Empress!” You squealed as you gazed back at him through heavily lidded eyes, hiking one of your legs up onto the balcony railing so that he had a better angle. You screamed even louder as the new angle had his cock slamming against your cervix with every forward thrust, knowing there was no way you were going to be able to last for much longer. “Breed me! Breed me! Please, my love, breed me!”

“Gods!” Geta roared as he used both hands to get an extra bruising grip on your waist while pounding away inside you, tossing his head back when he felt his knot snap and spilling thick, sticky loads of his cum into your womb.

He didn’t let up on his thrusts, not stopping until he came two more times before finally letting you cum for him, your orgasm so overpowering from how much he’d edged you before his fingers finally gave your touch starved bundle of nerves what they needed, that he had to wrap his arms around you to prevent you from falling when your one knee keeping you upright buckled beneath you.

He held you in his arms after he’d pulled out of you until you finally came down from your high, dropping your leg down from where you had propped it on the railing so you could spin around to grab his face and pull him into a starved kiss, not paying any mind to the thousands of eyes still watching the two of you. “I love you, Geta. You really want to make me your wife?”

“Angel, I wanted to make you my wife the moment I first laid eyes on you. You have no idea how ecstatic I was when I realized you want me just as much as I want you.” His own hands reached to cup your face, his thumbs gentle as they brushed against your cheeks, contrast to how he just fucked you in front of the entirety of Rome. “I love you, my sweet Angel, and I’ll love you until my dying breath.”

You kissed him again, your arms wrapping around his neck as you pressed yourself against him. “Take me inside your chambers to breed me some more? And leave the balcony doors open so everyone can hear as you fuck their future Empress some more.”

“That’s my girl.” Geta groaned, lifting you up to carry you back inside and lay you down onto his bed where he fucked several more loads of his cum inside you, this time letting you cum right along with him.

All of Rome now knew that General Acacius’ daughter was off limits, which you were quite thankful for because you hated the unwanted attention from other men throughout the Roman Empire. None of them compared to Emperor Geta, you preferred his level of sadist over any other personality trait in the world. He may have been one evil man, but he had a soft spot for you and you only and that itself made being with him worth it.

Thank you for reading! Comments and reblogs are highly appreciated! 🩷

Fic tag list: @jasminelafleur @nailbatanddungeon

[hatsumishinogu]

Daughter of the Emperor Vol.14

[callsign-coolsquirrel]

The General's Daughter

@g-backto505

[mizstik]

I swear this girl gets better every chapter.

[kickbackkanzaki]

Pomegranate Seeds and Black Roses

Diana, the daughter of Lucilla and Acacius becomes an obsession for Emperor Geta. As rebellion in the colosseum rises and danger stalks her family Diana must outmanoeuvre her enemies to keep her loved ones alive.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

No one would have thought Lucilla worried to look at her. The mask of absolute calm she'd moulded over a lifetime of violence and political intrigue had fooled both the intelligent and powerful many times.

When their escort had mounted their horses outside the villa their lady had seemed so unapprehensive they wondered why she was interrupting her evening routine to attend a party. She seemed entirely uninterested in the occasion.

They expected some sign of worry about stepping back into the Imperial court. Everyone knew the emperors' reputation for quick tempers and violent moods but Lucilla stepped into the carriage with no apparent concern.

On the inside however anxiety was clutching at her lungs trying to suffocate her.

"We should have gone to the coast," she lamented aloud as the carriage rocked along the road.

"It doesn't matter mother," the young woman beside her said calmly. "They would have summond you no matter where we were. Noone can refuse the emperors' call."

"Did you have enough to eat at dinner? You left some bread on the table," Lucilla's question came fast as she shifted her worry to her daughter.

"It's warm today," Diana explained calmly. "I lose my appetite in warm weather, you know this."

"We should have brought some water with us," Lucilla chided her own lack of forethought. "You'll get a headache."

"We'll be there soon," her daughter assured her. "I'll have water when we arrive."

The gold bangles around Lucilla's wrist jangled as she reached over and held her hand to Diana's cheek.

"You're still looking pale," she declared stiffly when she felt no fever. "Are you sure you're not feeling faint?"

Diana pushed her mouth into an annoyed line and crossed her arms. She knew Lucilla was anxious, she always was when Acacius was away, but she resented being treated like an invalid.

Diana disliked these summons too but she couldn't deny the curiosity she felt. For nearly fourteen years she had lived only a few miles outside the city but had never passed through its walls.

She wanted to see the famed pinnacle of civilisation with its libraries, museums, temples and other splendours. Both her parents had dedicated their lives to this place and she wanted to discover what about it inspired such devotion and reverence.

"I still think the green was nicer," Diana jumped to a new conversation to lighten the mood.

She was pulling gently at the lavender cloth of her new dress. Several bolts had been brought to their villa but Lucilla had ordered the simplest design with a matching ribbon to hold her long hair back.

While she herself was adored in luxurious silks and eye catching jewellery Diana wore no decoration with just a light layer of cosmetics to brighten her skin.

"It was too bold," her mother sat back against her seat defeated. "It would have called too much attention to yourself."

"What is wrong with that?" Diana asked innocently.

Lucilla snapped her head around to stare Diana straight in her green eyes.

"You must be forgettable!" Lucilla admonished and Diana retracted a little. "You'll only be safe that way."

"We're going to a party mother," she answered defensively. "No one goes unnoticed. People always prowl and pry."

"I don't think you fully comprehend how dangerous Rome can be," Lucilla explained with some exhaustion. "It's a grass infested with hidden vipers and quicksand. Everyone is waiting for you to stumble, show weakness or manipulate you. It's almost impossible to know who you can trust."

"You've protected me from the worst of it," Diana admitted, "but I'm aware of the danger mother. I overhear you and father talk more than you realise."

Lucilla felt a pang of guilt then. She had always thwarted any inference that her daughter's condition made her stupid but there had been times she hoped Diana too simple to follow the hushed conversations she had with her husband.

She had not wanted it with malice but for her beloved child's safety. No one would suspect a simpleton of dissent if their family ever came under suspicion. Lucilla had already lost one child to the dangers of Roman royalty, she would not lose another.

Unable to show Diana her guilt Lucilla focused her gaze on the far wall of the carriage. A shadow passed over the shuttered windows and she knew they had passed under the arch outside the city. The crowds gathered to gawk at the distinguished party guests would slow their progress but wouldn't delay their arrival long.

She felt no joy returning to her former home. The years of delight and safety with her father and Lucius were eclipsed by the terror of her brother and the nefarious schemes of senators.

Suddenly she felt a warm hand squeeze her fingers and she turned to see her daughter looking at her with a soothing expression.

"I will be careful mother I promise."

Lucilla lifted the unadorned hand to her painted lips and kissed it gently. She had never thought she could love an adopted child as much as one from her womb but Lucilla barely remembered Diana was not her own.

"You're right," Lucilla said as she pulled Diana close to kiss her temple. "Everything will be fine."

They stayed huddled together on the carriage seat until the horses pulled up and a pretorian guard opened the door. He looked them over with a cold expression then satisfied, nodded to their attendants.

The women alighted and joined a small group of guests walking together to the palace stairs.

Diana had been told to act indifferent towards the city's splendors but she couldn't help staring. Lucilla had shown her drawings and told her stories of the imperial palace as a youth but the sight was beyond her imagination.

Even in the dying light the royal structure dominated the sky, it's sheer magnitude striking Diana dumb. Every stone had been laid with perfect precision and the imposing columns reached high to hold the magnificent structure above everything in Rome. Lights glowed from inside the multitude of rooms like braziers aboard ships anchored in a bay.

Even when she was small Diana knew she lived better than most. The villa on the hill had shadowed the tiny houses beneath it but she had never thought a marvel like this possible.

"Equisite is it not?" Senator Gracchus asked smiling kindly at her awe.

"This must be how the chickens feel looking at us from their coop," Diana replied with a delighted smile.

'So young,' Gracchus thought with some unease. 'She will learn.'

Gracchus was one of the few confidants Lucilla and Acacius had introduced to Diana when Acacius had carried her home on his stallion.

He thought her bright and kind but worried her parents had sheltered her too much from the world.

Most girls her age had been sent to Rome by now to meet suitors and learn the rules of society but Diana had been kept home to study the great writings and tend her pets.

"I will watch over her tonight," Gracchus assured Lucilla when Diana turned her wide eyes back to the palace.

"Gratitude Gracchus," Lucilla whispered and lightly touched her daughter's arm to lead her inside.

As they proceeded through the labyrinth of halls Diana's head was constantly twisting to see the wonderous artifacts decorating the halls.

Busts of past emperors, art from across the seas and bronzed weapons of Roman heroes. Diana could hear a rumble of voices rising and she stopped marvelling to set her face into impassiveness.

'If the book is closed no one can read it,' she remembered her father saying and she always followed his logic.

The three of them entered the hall together and Diana was almost overwhelmed by the mass of people.

The richest people in Rome were squeezed into the hall together draped in the finest garments twinkling with gold and precious gems. With their heavily painted faces and high voices Diana couldn't separate one person from another. They didn't even sound like people, they were a swarm of wasps - hovering together tightly and buzzing loudly.

With heads bent in submission slaves passed through the crowd offering wine and refreshments to the greedy guests who consumed them with gusto.

"This is horrible," Diana blurted but she went unheard over the deafening din. Her nose crinkled in revulsion as she watched the party goers gobble their food and paw each other lustily.

How could a place so beautiful house such disgusting creatures?

'It's a gilded sty,' she thought in disgust.

The red garb of a pretorian guard striding through the crowd caught her eye and she unlinked her arm from Lucilla's. Taking a step back Diana bowed her head to the guard so he'd mistake her for a handmaid.

"The Emperors request your company my lady," the pretorian said after crossing his arm over his chest in salute. "I will escort you."

"Of course," Lucilla heard the command in his voice and followed him obediently as Diana and Gracchus moved stealthily behind a column.

They both watched covertly as the crowd parted to permit Lucilla passage. Some had the decency to bow their heads in respect while others assessed the princess with critical eyes.

'Swine,' Diana thought with irritation as she saw people whisper behind their raised wine glasses.

The hall was so wide Diana had to stand on her toes to keep her eyes on Lucilla as she approached the Emperors' seat.

The brothers sat beside each other on identical thrones surrounded by their entourage. The taller, Geta Diana supposed, had a woman draped across the back of his seat with her hand stroking his open robe.

Caracalla sat slumped like a sulky child biting his nails. At his feet a pile of painted harlots of all genders sat like lapdogs waiting for affection.

"Are they as people say?" Diana asked as the brothers spoke to Lucilla.

"The young Emperors are passionate about expanding the Empire," Gracchus chose his words carefully. "They wish to honour their father's legacy."

Diana saw through his masked statement and nodded. Their rulers loved war and conquest and maintained their power through cruelty as Septimius had.

"Come Diana," Gracchus said kindly after Lucilla had taken a seat beside their rulers. "Let me introduce you to better company."

Diana nodded and reached out her hand but froze when someone spoke behind her.

"I had heard General Acacius kept a rare jewel guarded in his villa but I did not expect you to be so stunning," an oily voice remarked.

"Who are you?" Diana demanded to know.

She didn't recognise the flatterer and narrowed her emerald eyes suspiciously. Her father had always warned her to beware the sweet words of perfumed men.

"Allow me to introduce Senator Pullo," Senator Gracchus intervened before his slippery colleague could speak. "Senator, this is Diana, daughter of Lucilla Auruelius."

"My lady," Pullo dipped forward from his waist and grinned in a way he thought was convincingly charming.

"You're very young to be a senator,' Diana remarked as she took him.

Pullo stood taller than she and Gracchus with pale blonde hair and blue eyes. Diana supposed him handsome but there was something about his smile that didn't ring true. It reminded her of the masks the players wore in the Greek plays, carved into exaggerated expressions of joy.

"Senator Pullo is from a long line of distinguished senators," Gracchus explained before Pullo could begin. "His family is nearly as old as Rome itself."

Diana understood the inference between the facts. Money and name had gotten Pullo his position, not loyal work or the people's approval.

"I need some air," Diana declared and nodded to Gracchus.

"Perhaps we can talk another time?" Pullo suggested still wearing the false smile.

"Doubtful. I don't like you," Diana said promptly and walked away without excusing herself.

"She is strange," Pullo remarked as he watched her go out to the gardens and snatched a goblet of wine from a passing slave.

"Quite the contrary," Gracchus replied boldly. "I believe the young lady to be a fine judge of character. Good evening Pullo."

Once outside Diana took in a deep breath of night air and exhaled all the noise and outrageousness she'd absorbed in the hall. The tingling in her ears abated after a moment and she put her nose in a nearby flower to refresh her senses.

She was downhearted to have found Rome was not the utopia she had dreamed of but she felt more vexed than disappointed. Seeing her wise, dignified mother forced to consort with such hedonist pretenders made her angry.

No one in that room had done half as much for the empire as her parents. They were people who performed the noblest of deeds without reward while their inferiors spoiled themselves at parties.

Diana soon found herself at a bench and lay down on the cool slab. Above her the nearly full moon glowed brightly and she remembered one night long ago when she couldn't sleep because her father was departing for war at daybreak.

'If I am ever away from you look to the moon,' Acacius had told her pulling the blankets up to her chin. 'I will be looking at the same moon and thinking of you too little chick.'

Was he alright? No news had come since the fleet had set sail weeks ago. His departures never became easier, Diana always felt his absence in the empty chairs and silent halls of the villa. She supposed someone at the party might have news but she doubted their information would be freely given.

Diana became dozy in the moon's light listening to the choir of crickets. She wondered how much longer the emperors would keep Lucilla when a scream split through the dark.

Diana sat bolt up and looked around wildly for the source.

Another scream rippled across the dark and Diana ran in its direction with no plan in mind. All she knew was someone was hurt and no help was coming, the party goers wouldn't have heard anything over their own malarkey.

Another scream told her she was close and this time she could hear hear babbled pleas.

Someone was holding a hunched figure by the hair and something in their other hand. The dark hid their faces but the moonlight caught the golden laurel through the orange hair.

"Stop this!" Diana screamed hoping someone would hear and come to her aid.

"I'm going slice this traitor's lying throat!" Caracalla's high pitched scream made the slave wail and he lent down to strike.

"You wont hurt him," Diana pushed the words out before cowardice stopped her.

"Who are you to tell me what to do?!" Caracalla roared pointing the knife at her and yanked the poor boy's head back harder.

"A friend to the Emperor," Diana stammered. "One who knows his magnanimity and divine wisdom. An emperor who would rather save a life than take it."

Diana was brazenly lying but her flattery had stilled the blade. She glanced down at the captive boy and saw his eyes pleading her for rescue. She couldn't stop now.

"He's been poisoning me!" Caracalla hissed, his eyes wild like a cornered field mouse. "Making me weak for my enemies! They want to overthrow me for my brother!"

"Look at him my lord" Diana lowered her voice to a soothing tone. "He's terrified. He doesn't have the temerity to do something so vile. You mistake him."

Caracalla flicked his twitching eyes to the trembling catamite then back to Diana. He didn't know her, she had no right to command him but she had appeared from the ether like a guiding goddess to preach wisdom. Should he ignore her?

"Please Your Greatness," Diana slowly bent her knees to the ground. "Show me the benevolent and wise ruler I know you to be."

She lowered her forehead to the cold stone and spread her arms wide in full prostration squeezing her eyes shut. With rattling breath she waited in the silence. Waited for the slave's death rattle, for Caracalla's scream, for the knife to stab her in a frenzy.

Powerless, she surrendered herself to the fates.

Suddenly there was a clatter near her ear and something smashed into her side knocking her over.

The slave had run into her as he fled and the knife lay nearby rocking back on forth on its rounded cross guard in a threatening motion.

Diana moved to stand but Caracalla fell onto her and wrapped her in a death grip. His shrill wails sounded like a snared rabbit shrieking for help and made her eardrums ache.

Suddenly Diana was more afraid than when he held the knife. She felt his chewed nails scratching her back as he twisted her dress with his fingers and the stench of his breath.

Her skin dampened as Caracalla wept and slobbered into her neck and she had to fortify her resolve not to recoil.

She hadn't spent any time around children and had never been a hysterical youngster so she didn't know how to react to these wild emotions.

But she did recall cut knees and grief bringing tears to her eyes and remembered how Lucilla would soothe her.

She slipped her weak arms around the sobbing man and rested her cheek on his hair. The moonlight had dulled his golden laurel to a dim bronze and the sharp leaves scratched her cheek but she ignored the discomfort.

"I want them to love me!"

"Of course you do," Diana soothed and she stroked his short cropped hair. "We all want to be loved."

"Everyone wants me to fail! The people, the senate even my own brother! I hear them conspiring in corners and see them passing messages. They want to cut me down!"

"There are no conspiracies sire," Diana assured him kindly. "Your mind is tired. An entire empire weighs on your mind and it is sometimes more than you can take."

Caracalla's moaning came to a stop and he pulled his face from Diana's soaked dress.

"Truly?" his puffy eyes begged as he looked up her. "I'm tired?"

"Yes sire," Diana nodded and left her hand rest on ill man's shoulder. "A ruler needs rest."

"Are you a goddess?"

"No sire, I am your loyal servant."

Diana began to worry again, if Caracalla fell into fantasy he might reach for the knife.

Caracalla reached his filthy fingers up and pulled the skin under her eyes.

"How can a face so young have eyes so old?" He whispered trying to find the answer in her exposed eyeballs.

"You must rest sire," Diana repeated as her eyes stung and began watering.

"Yes, yes," Caracalla whispered to himself and let her face go. "A ruler needs rest."

Then he stood up so suddenly Diana fell back in alarm but Caracalla's grabbed her dress.

"Come to bed with me," he pleaded sulkily.

"I should return to the party sire," Diana declined as politely as she could. "My mother is waiting for me."

The weeping boy's face twisted into an expression of cruel dominance and Diana felt her stomach freeze with fear. Even a rabid animal wasn't so quick to temper as this Emperor was.

"Come to bed with me!" Caracalla yelled spraying her face in spit and clenched her dress so tightly Diana could feel his rings making imprints in her belly.

The saliva on her face was drying cold and sent a chill through her skin. His teeth reeked of sweet foods and red wine and his eyelids red from weeping now seemed ablaze with fury.

Diana was sure if the knife was still in his hand he would have held it to her throat. Then again maybe Caracalla didn't need a knife, she had heard the stories of him throwing men out of windows and damning former friends to the gladiator arena. Laughing hysterically as they were devoured mercilessly by animals.

"As you wish sire," Diana fought to keep her voice steady.

She knew she didn't possess the strength to fight him and if she fled Caracalla would have her dragged back by her hair. Anything that happened in Rome only did by the consent of royalty.

Caracalla's face morphed to one of pleasure and flashed his wine stained teeth in a maniacal smile.

"Come, come," he cooed and took Diana by her hand like a child leading his new playmate to the nursery.

Diana's sandals shuffled slowly hoping the longer she delayed their arrival the better chance someone would pass and intervene. But the gardens were empty and Caracalla steered them away from the party where Lucilla was held hostage.

If anyone could have coerced the emperor into releasing her it would have been her mother, the consummate diplomat. Maybe Senator Gracchas had noticed her prolonged absence and would seek her out.

But he didn't. Caracalla pulled Diana down halls she didn't recognise from before. They came to a room protected by two guards but they paid her no notice, just opened the doors without request.

"Fetch me some wine," he ordered the slave standing ready in the corner and finally released Diana's hand.

With his back turned Diana wiped her sweaty palm against her dress and took in the room with wide eyes. Her family well but she had never seen a bedroom so lavishly decorated.

Drapes woven with golden threads, chairs hand carved with intricate patterns and a bed big enough for a family. Diana pulled her eyes away from the silk sheets and refocused on her captor who was petting a tiny monkey on the dresser.

Caracalla removed his laurel crown and entertained the monkey with the rings he twisted off his fingers. The primate's little fingers played with the priceless jewellery like a toy and Diana swallowed nervously thinking perhaps Caracalla saw her the same way. Dundus sank his sharp canine into a gemstone and Diana's whole body clenched.

She wasn't afraid of brutality or rape but of consequences. Her feline eyes had taken in more than the decor when she'd looked around the room, she had been counting how many nearby objects could be used as weapons.

It was death to harm a royal but Diana knew she couldn't be yielding to assault from anyone. It was against every basic instinct she had. Survival had always been her skill.

"Lie on the bed," Caracalla told her when he finally lost interest in his pet.

Diana did not protest and sat herself on the luxurious bed with the mound of pillows behind her back. If need be she could pull one out and smother her assailant.

Without bothering to remove his regalia Caracalla flopped by her side and rested his acne ridden face on her breasts like an infant drunk on milk. His arm encircled her waist and Diana fought to supress her revulsion.

His weight was stifling and his touch sent tremors of disgust through her but Caracalla didn't notice. He made a contented humming noise as he snuggled into her and didn't acknowledge the slave returning with the wine.

Diana tried to catch her notice with her pleading eyes but the slave deliberately ignored her. The glasses and wine pitcher were placed on the bedside table with such care and deliberateness Diana knew she would not dare do anything she wasn't ordered. Terror was a tight collar.

When the slave turned Diana glanced furtively down at the slumbering boy then slowly reached for an ornate wine glass. She tested its resistance with a small squeeze then carefully tucked it beneath her pillow and lent back until she heard a muffled crunch.

Caracalla didn't flinch and her racing heart slowed a beat. The broken glass wouldn't be enough to pierce his artery but with his hysterical tendencies Caracalla would likely scream loud enough at a bleeding cut to raise alarm. Then would be her chance to slip past the guards back to her mother's protection.

'Mother,' Diana lamented silently and suddenly felt a sharp tension in her temples.

'No!' she panicked as the invisible vice clamped around her head and spots of light danced in front of her eyes.

'Calm down, calm down!' she commanded herself but every time Caracalla shifted in his sleep her muscles tensed and a wave of pain rippled through her head.

Diana forced her eyes closed to block out the room but the strange lights still flashed bright behind her eyelids. The pain was now coming in regular waves and she exhaled her suppressed yells through her nose.

It was too late for a tonic now even if she could obtain one. Her jaw clenched as the invisible vice wound tighter around her skull.

'Pain passes, pain passes,' she recited to herself and tried to block out the foul stench of Caracalla's drool puddling on her chest.

Her body was trapped in that room but her thoughts tried to overcome the pain. She remembered the seaside villa Acacias had taken them to on his last return, learning letters with Lucilla's hand wrapped around her own as the quill wobbled, the chickens she'd kept as a child and her sister's laugh.

When the migraines came the minutes stretched endlessly so Diana didn't know how long she lay there captive. Her mind was far away in the past when she felt a hand covering her mouth.

Her eyes snapped open and found the room had dimmed to a faint glow, the lamps having burnt low. It took her blurred vision a moment to focus on Emperor Geta leaning over her with a finger to his lips and brown eyes commanding her obedience.

Diana's breathing heightened as she panicked and the fingers over her mouth squeezed tighter. Geta loomed over her with menace and she knew she had to obey. She feared Caracalla's mercurial madness but she didn't know what Geta was capable of and that scared her more.

When her breathing steadied her leant back and released her now aching mouth. Not taking her eyes off Geta she tipped her head to the slumbering body pinning her down and Geta nodded.

Diana felt the stones set in his rings graze her middle as he wedged a hand between her and his brother's shoulder. Then slowly he shifted Caracalla onto his back and Diana's chest inflated.

The pain in her head was still blinding but she could muster the strength to get away. She couldn't take another second in Caracalla's stench.

She wobbled to her feet and staggered towards the door, her vision rolling like a ship on the tide but her course steady. Beyond that door was fresh air, drinking water and safety. Diana would endure the agony to reach them.

Silently Geta came aside and slipped his arm around her waist for guidance. Diana's thumping head rolled onto his shoulder and in a moment of uncharacteristic graciousness he allowed it.

Her nostrils noticed his smell wasn't repulsive like his brother's but the stench of perfume and wine that encircled him made her tender stomach roll.

'They make me sick,' Diana thought. 'They're rotten.'

After what felt like a journey the doors opened and the bright light on the hall made Diana wince but she heard her mother's voice and reached out for her. Once she was in Lucilla's arms her strength finally gave out and she felt her mother stagger under her weight.

"Escort them out," Geta ordered his retinue who swooped around the women like magpies fighting for a shiny object.

Lucilla refused to relinquish her hold on Diana so numerous hands held the women steady as they moved like a swarm down the corridor.

Geta watched them depart with a certain curiosity.

He had been relieved to find the girl unmolested but his brother's contented condition surprised him. Caracalla's fits of paranoia were worsening and more than once he'd found a dead lover in his brother's bedchamber.

One day he would be showering his whores with love and treats and the next he'd slay them convinced they were conspiring against him.

His histrionics had recently extended to the senate where he'd lash out at any who dared contradict him. Last week he had ordered common men to death for urinating on his statue while intoxicated.

The medicus had been trying various concoctions to slow the degradation of Caracalla's mind but none so far had shown any effect.

"What do you know about her?" Geta asked keeping his gaze on Diana's retreating figure.

"Nearly nothing sire," Senator Pullo admitted from behind his emperor. "Only that General Acacius and Lady Lucilla adopted her at a young age. Her father had been a friend of theirs."

"Find out Pullo," Geta still didn't deign to look at the senator. "You shall be rewarded.

[triluvial]

Feyd proposes to Reader. She's not interested. He's hot but she won't last a year on Giedi Prime; both Reader and her parents have legitimate concerns about her safety.

However, when Feyd wins the one-on-one fight with Paul, the Emperor grants him one boon. Even with his older brother glaring at him from the sidelines there's only one thing he wants.

The Emperor now has a very uncomfortable conversation to have with your family.

[m0th-person]

Poseidon and a young Homer

(King Telemachus au)

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