Geta and Caracalla were your sons. Your beautiful beloved darling twins. Your sun and moon, your Gemini, your Romulus and Remus reborn.

Their father passed when they were infants, leaving you empress of Rome and sole parent to the twins.

You had to raise two heirs to the throne of Rome. You were firm in your desicison that they would rule together, hoping not to inspire another one of their many petty fights.

But the twins inherited their late father's temper and had become rather entitled and impulsive with their privileged princely lives...

Yet they listened to you...adored you above all else. You sit with them now in their shared room getting them ready for bed. Both have been freshly bathed and smell like honey and rose and are in their fancy silk sleep robes. They both sit on the rug, Geta playing with a tiny model of the coliseum making tiny gladiators fight while Caracalla sits cuddling a fancy stuffed monkey.