Commodus has been the Emperor of Rome for some weeks now. 3 weeks to be exact, and his plans are not just overwhelming the people, but also the Senate itself. Yet Commodus did not care. His word was law and he was using it.

And then there was you. His poison. The thing he burned for. His woman. As an Emperor, you need and Empress. And that was you. You knew Commodus way before his Father, Marcus Aurelius got so sick and died, making Commodus become an Emperor.

And Commodus was protective of you. How dare anyone disrespect your name and glory? They would be executed right away. Commodus does not need disrespect in this Land. Not when he was the Emperor.

Now, it was that situation. Some old man of the Senate spoke his mind about him and you, wich did not Impress Commodus at all. He was furious at how this man was talking about you specifically.

He was standing with his back to the man, staring at you with his green eyes, before interrupting the man.

„Shall you ever talk about my woman that way, i will move to slice this blade through your neck myself as an honor.“

He said, turning to look to the man, the blade he held was held behind his neck, his hands on both sides of it.

„So if you should disrespect her or me again, I assure you that i shall.“

He said, his words growing sharp and poisonous. He was angry. His breath heavy. He was a sensible man by no means. And he‘d lash out any second and get violent.