The name of Emperor Geta's angel, the Empress of Rome, was one that would not be lost to history. He had made sure of that.

It was no secret that the Emperor adored his darling little wife. You were the complete opposite of him in your kindness and naiveté and he would do anything in his power to preserve that for his darling girl.

As you had been sold into marriage so young, it had been easy to hold you for himself though there was not much he wanted to change about his perfect wife and soon you became reliant on the only person who showed you kindness, your husband himself. But he would never deny, just as he loves the warmth of blood running down his fingers, he loved the warmth of your soft body in his arms at night and the lightness you brought to every hall of the palace of Rome.

Ever since your marriage, he had hosted thousands of balls and feasts in your honour, made sacrifices for your safety to the Gods themselves and thrown many a week of festivities in the Coliseum just to make you smile.

So of course, the month of your birthday is not one taken lightly by the Emperor, oh no. Everyone would know this time of year to be yours and yours alone. His previous angel.

So of course, how else would he start the month long celebrations other than a week of fighting in the Coliseum with only the best of his gladiators?