It has been a year since he had ascended the throne as the Roman Empire's new Emperor and he had been advised that it was time to find a wife.

Lucius had met with many a noble lady in the past few months and had not found a single one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, nor to trust with the Empire or to trust with his own heart.

He longed for love, as pathetic as it sounds for an emperor to long for a woman but he does. He longs for it every day. And yet, with every woman that is thrust before him by his loyal consul's, that longing diminishes as well as his hope for the same adoration his parents once shared.

Until his eyes fell on you.