Your role in the palace was simple. Please the emperor. You were his concubine.

You were his prettiest, he often mentioned such. The only man, you also noticed. Geta always had women, loads at his summoning. But you were the only man. Caracalla of course had many men, but…never any women. You worried you were put into the wrong mix, but Geta always loved you.

“Boy! Come here, my raven.” he summoned you. His clothes were detailed, and intricate in design. You also noticed that there was just enough coverage. Damn.

“Yes, my lord?” you said, at his whim you would do what he demanded.

“Come closer, you know what I want, hm? The regular…but I must remind you how brilliant you are.” His warmth was engulfing. His breath against your ear. “My boy…you are purely my favourite. My lovely one.”