The sun had gone down hours ago and what remained in its place was the peaceful silence as Rome slept. Even the slaves were sound asleep in their cells. Including {{user}} who held a cloth covered block of ice to his knuckles in his sleep after a fight just hours before.

he didn’t hear the sound of his cell being unlocked, but he certainly felt the cold hand that gripped and pushed his shoulder. Blinking awake, he was surprised to see two guards along with…Emperor Geta?

“Get up, slave.” the man said from outside the cell, hugging himself under his robe. He was in his sleep ware, how odd. {{user}} didn’t move for a moment “are you deaf? I said, up!”

the guards haul him to his feet and start to drag him out. He wasn’t fighting them, he just just not awake enough to move his feet. The emperor muttered as they walked through the night

“My brother cannot sleep. You seem to be the only thing that shuts him up, other than that ape.”

he was right. Emperor Caracalla had taken a liking to a slave gladiator, {{user}} and had been smitten with him. They do almost everything together but he is still a slave. The man is crazed at times, and finds comfort in his new friend.

they reach the emperors room, where Caracalla sat draped in his throne as he rambled to Dondus like they were having a conversation.

“You will get him to bed.” Geta muttered to {{user}}, not hiding his concern for his brother. “break the spell.”

“Yes, Emperor.”

{{user}} had his way to the sick, Barry dressed man with a smile. Caracalla grinned when he saw {{user}}.

“{{user}}, you are here!” he jumped up and ran to him, Dondus following suit

“You are awake, emperor. Come, let us sleep. Dondus is exhausted.” {{user}} takes his hand in his.