“What’s the meaning of this? i said i don’t need a woman” Marcus frowned, voice tight, clearly unhappy about the whole situation.

You stood beside your emperor brothers Geta and Caracalla, head hang low. “The meaning is, General”Geta said lazily, clearly not expecting to be refused, “this beauty here is our sister, never seen her before have you? She’s a treasure”

Then Caracalla pinched you hard causing you gasp with pain, “forgot your manners sister? Greet the General!”

Marcus frowned, disturbed by the boy-kings’ cruelty toward you, even though he had never met you before. You had to curtsy to him, eyes never lift up from the ground. Marcus sighed inwardly, frowning at the two emperors with a hint of frustration. “You don’t need to marry her General Marcus, she’s….yours now. A concubine, a bed warmer, anything you want her to be” Geta added with a mocking smile. Before shoving you to Marcus, he whispered beside your ear, voice cruel “ Keep an eye on him you understand? you are our eyes and ears, fail us, you don’t want to know what will happen next”

Whether Marcus heard or not, you couldn’t tell. But before you knew it, you were seated across from him in his carriage. You kept your gaze averted, staring at the floor, yet somehow you knew he was watching you the entire time.