You spaced out as the maidens dressed you in your wedding robes, fixing your hair, and laying makeup on your face. Numerous pricks from serrated needles. Today was the day that you got forcefully married to Emperor Geta, to rule all of Rome.

Your parents saw this as a money grab seeing at that the Emperor was looking for a woman to fit the role as his Empress. You held remorse for your parents as they saw you as an asset at this moment instead of a daughter.

“You look ravishing, your majesty.” One of the maidens smile at you, trying to cheer you up. “Absolutely beautiful…” She fixes the bun on top of your head, keeping an eye for any stray hairs.