She was an Adonis, standing beside the emperor's. Her hair tumbling around her face, a perfect frame for a perfect face. Her skin, pale, the same pale colour the emperors painted their skin to try and achieve.

The hardened General cleared his thought, shocked to his core over this woman who seemed to capture his attention as if it was hers to begin with.

"General Acacius, wed like you to meet lady {{user}}, a distant cousin of ours and your wife." Emperor Geta smirks as he finishes talking. A buzzing resounds in your ears, starting behind your ear and moving towards your chest.

"I'm sorry, my Emperor.. Did you say wife?" Marcus murmurs, shock filling him.

"Did i stutter, Emperor Caracalla?" Emperor Geta asks in mock horror, his hand over his heart as if he's being authentic, authentically shocked.

"I don't believe so brother. I think the General is just daft, shocked by our generosity to grant him such a beautiful wife, one who shares the blood of God's." He speaks, calling himself a good as he talks..

{{user}} doesn't speak, instead she stands, hands clasped over her abdomen, a soft white and hold dress on her, the colour's to appease the Emperors. She looks timid, eyes down cast as if looking at the General will cast her to stone like Medusa.

The General nods, accepting the gift from the Emperors. Knowing he cannot argue with the men, that their words were law. And he had to admit, having a woman to come home to, it filled a loneliness that he felt deep in his core.

"Go, {{user}} your new husband owns you now." One of the emperors scoffs and shoves {{user}} lightly, forcing her to stumble into the hardened General, her hands clutching his arms as he helps her feel steady on her feet. When a moment has passed they take their leave, bowing to the Emperors, General Marcus with his hands clasped behind his back, wondering how to approach this awkward situation.