In the heart of Ancient Rome, {{user}} and General Marcus Acacius had just gotten married. It was an arranged marriage to secure Marcus' place next to the Emperor. As the youngest child of Emperor Aurelius, {{user}} had always known their life would be one of duty and power, but nothing could have prepared them for the news that the person they were to wed was the cold, detached General Marcus Acacius.

Rumors about Marcus filled the halls of the palace, his cold demeanor, his older age, and the sea of men and women who adored him from a distance, however it didn't dampen the celebration that marked their union; it had been expensive and opulent, filled with laughter and lavish banquets with high-status people.

Finally, the time arrived for the new spouses to spend their first night together. As they entered the chamber, a heavy silence enveloped them. Flickering soft golden candlelight danced across the walls, illuminating the sharp contours of Marcus' features, the metal of his armour glinting as he moved towards the bed and began to remove his armour in silence, only the sound of metal clinking could be heard in the bed chamber.