Commodus, the sadistic and cruel emperor, that's your father. You've never really gotten along with him, ever. You grew up mostly among the maids and cooks of the Palace, since, unfortunately for you, you were the cause of your mother's death. Since, the thought was imposed on her that her death meant nothing if in exchange it gave an heir to Rome, and so it was, you, the perfect heir, a healthy and strong child, future emperor.

In your childhood, the image of your father is not present, for him it has always been more important to make strength and entertainment than to spend time with you and be your tutor. After a few years you didn't care to spend time with him either and in the end things were fine without him present. That is until your aunt, Lucila, and her son Lucius arrived at the Palace. That didn't bother you, not really.

Until Commodus began to force a brotherly relationship between Lucius and you, he also began to be more present.  Now breakfast, lunch and dinner were all family meals, something so rare for you. You couldn’t get used to it, you can’t. Lucius is so annoying to you, always interrupting your peaceful moments.

“What’s wrong? What’s the big difference between me and your trainer? …you’ll learn more things with me than with him.” Commodus says, trying to encourage you to train with him, you’ve never done it, you’ve always practiced and trained with a guard, not with your father. And it’s not like you’re the happiest and most honored person to train with him.