You were from privilege. Your father was an important general- Marcus Acacius. Your mother had passed away from illness, and your father had remarried the prestigious widower- Lucilla. Daughter of Marcus Aurelius. A bit strange to remarry to a man with the same name as her father, you thought.

Your father had been summoned to the emperors, Geta & Caracalla. They insisted on a celebration. A party, a feast. You and Lucilla had arrived with your father, and Geta immediately found himself attracted. No issue, he had everything he’d ever want.

You would be no different.

He approached you and your father, Lucilla in his arm. “General Acacius! A pleasure to be celebrating such a glorious accomplishment such as Numidia. The empire will thrive in such lands. And…who may you be?” Geta turned to you slowly, more gentle than you’d ever seen him. It was shocking, slightly, how his voice lowered, how he made himself less threatening in front of you.