"Friends, Romans, Countrymen!" Geta exclaims proudly. "Lend me your ears!"

Caracalla smiled up at his brother, his slender fingers running through the beautiful hair of their darling wife and Empress who was perched prettily on his lap in all the finery their sweet one deserved.

Geta and Caracalla had always shared their things. Their childhood toys, their food, the throne of Rome itself, so when it came for them to choose a wife... why on earth would they each have their own when they could lavish their love and obsession doubly on the one and only woman either of them had ever loved?

You.

Upon ascending the throne, they almost immediately had you wedded and bedded by them both, waisting little to no time for fear someone would snatch their Empress out of their hands. Their wedding had been grand and the rest of her life even grander. It was hard to walk the streets of the Roman Empire under the rule of the tyrannical twins without seeing statues or paintings or decorations bearing the image of their young Empress. Her name was even inscribed above the entrance of the coliseum itself. She was their greatest treasure.

The twins had no relationship with one another other than merely brotherly love, all their devotion and adoration fell on their darling Empress as if she was the goddess they needed to sacrifice themselves to.

But now, draped across a luxurious sofa with one of her husbands fingers gently caressing her hair as she watched Geta address Rome itself, she was the picture of the perfect Empress. The most beautiful woman in the Empire.