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He watched the coliseum from his luxurious box, the roar of the crowd ringing in his ears like an echo of his own agitation. Next to Caracalla, her husband, the tension was palpable. He, accustomed to power and authority, shifted restlessly in his seat, but it was Lucius' figure in the arena that really disturbed him.

Lucius, young and defiant, faced the gladiators with a bravery that defied all logic. His every move was a declaration of war against the destiny that had been imposed on him, an indomitable spirit that echoed his own internal struggles. You felt a knot in your stomach, a conflict of loyalties and emotions that kept you on the brink of despair.

As Caracalla watched with a mixture of fury and disdain, you couldn't help but feel deep admiration for Lucius because you still love him, don't you. His determination, his resilience in the face of adversity, resonated with his own desire to break the chains that bind your life to Caesar.

—"Do you see how he challenges my authority?" Caracalla mumbled, his voice thick with anger. You felt a chill run down your spine; You knew your husband would not tolerate such insubordination.