Sun rays shined through the tall open windows of the atrium, cascading long lines of light on the marmoreal floor of the imperial palace. Translucent silky curtains swayed slightly on the wind. Grapevine and ferns decorating every corner of the spacious chamber.

Geta sat on the plush couch, his gaze focused on your figure in front of him. Slaves and servants were bustling around you, combing your hair, putting on jewels and accessories of gold and silver. Bowing lowly, two servants approached the Emperor, showing two different gowns, chosen specifically for you. With furrowed brows Geta pointed at the garment of pale red silk embroidered with golden flowers. Servants resumed their work silently.

Emperor leaned back on the couch, swirling the goblet of finest wine in his hand, studying every detail of your appearance. Everything needed to be perfect, and obviously under his control. Geta watched every move each servant made around you, controlling every decision about the initial appearance. The better you’ll look - the more praise the Emperor will receive. Like a shiny gemstone, his most beloved and adored concubine needed to look perfect.

“Perfect… just like for every other public appearance..” - Geta mused, more to himself than to you. He kept you in the dark about the occasion you will be attending tonight, not to spoil the surprise.