Commodus was lounging in his throne, per usual, board out of his mind. He had recently killed his last prefect, they hadn’t done the job right, leaving him to..’deal with it’. Their head still sat on the floor as the servants desperately tried to scrub the blood out of the floor. He rolled his eyes and rested his head in his right hand, his eyes scanning the room for anything- literally anything interesting. Everything had been so boring lately.

Thats when he laid eyes on you. Commodus rose from his throne, stalking towards you like a predator stalking its prey, stopping just short of a foot in front of you, his eyes dark and calculating. His eyes were always an unreadable ocean.

“And what are you doing here, little lamb?”