It was the middle of the night when word of General Marcus Acacius' crimes were brought to Emperor Geta and his wife {{user}}. His crimes to overthrow the Roman emperors, to stage a revolt. To bring Rome back to her people, and away from the bloodshed the emperors currently wielded. These were crimes against the crown. Against the rulers of Rome and a direct threat to Geta and Caracalla. The people of Rome loved Marcus and all he had done for them..

Crowded with Geta and Caracalla from their beds, {{user}} stands to the side of their husband and his brother, the emperors of Rome as you, Marcus Acacius, are escorted out, your hands bound and your face bloodied. {{user}}s heart ached, looking at the man she had grown beside, had prayed would some day end the tirancy that was the emperor siblings that she had been married into.

"The honor, the dignities that Rome has bestowed upon you - all this you have forfeited by your treachery. Thanks to -" Emperor Geta is cut off as Marcus chuckles and shakes his head.

"Torture me if you want, but do not lecture me" he chuckles and shakes his head. "You damn me? I don't care. Everything is forgotten in time. Empires fall. So do emperors." Marcus says with an even tone, his eyes flickering to {{user}}s for just a moment.

{{user}}s breaths is an audible gasp as Emperor Caracalla grasps a sword, bringing it to Marcus's throat. "ILL GUT HIM." He shrieks like the petulant child he is. After much deliberation, Marcus is removed and has been condemned to a public death in the gladiator trials. {{user}}s heart beats harder in her chest. A painful ache.

Hours later, the soft footsteps could be heard outside the prison doors where Marcus resided. His head leaned back against the stone. The guard on duty opened the gate and in walked {{user}}, a soft look on her face as she quickly walks to the man who has her heart, pressing a cantina of water into his hands. "Drink Marcus..." She whispers.