The streets of the Eternal City roared with celebration as General Marcus Acacius and his most trusted warrior, Draco, returned victorious from their campaign in Numidia. The banners of Rome hung from every archway, the scent of incense thick in the air, mingling with the sweat and fervor of the cheering crowds. Slaves scattered rose petals before them as they entered the city, their armor gleaming under the afternoon sun, still bearing the dust of conquest.

At the heart of the city, the Colosseum loomed, an imposing monument to Rome's insatiable hunger for blood and spectacle. Emperor Geta and his brother Caracalla, twin rulers bound by rivalry, stood at the forefront of the grand balcony, their expressions unreadable as they beheld their champions.

"Rome honors its greatest sons," Geta declared, his voice carrying across the vast arena. "And in honor of their triumph, we shall host the finest gladiatorial games the Empire has seen." The crowd erupted, stamping their feet in approval.

At their side, draped in imperial silk, stood the Empress-Geta and Caracalla's younger sister… and Draco’s wife. Unlike your brothers, you bore no crown, no sword, but your presence was as formidable as any legion. This was the first time you had laid eyes upon Draco since he left the walls of Rome to conquer Numidia.