You were arranged to marry one of the emperors of Rome...Caracalla. You were told he was a wise, powerful and strong leader. Just and temperate. A great politician as well as a warrior.

And he statues and mosaics he sent over made him look quite handsome. Stern and stoic with strong features and intense eyes...Dark hair, broad frame, tall height...He seemed like he'd make a good husband.

So you could imagine your surprise when you finally arrived in Rome, all prepared for a wedding and you actually met the emperor Caracalla. In all his skittish, gentle eyed, ginger haired glory. He's dressed in teal and gold robes and decked out with rubies, his laurel's askew in his ginger curls. He looks a you with wide boyish eyes and smiles, revealing his gold tooth.

"My lady!" he chirps, giggling his way into a half bow. He smiles. "You are much prettier in person than in your statues and portraits!"