Caracalla was getting worse. Every day felt like torment. But with being an Emperor, meant having responsibilities. Sure, Geta took care of Caracalla and also took most responsibility of duties, but Caracalla was a spoiled brat. He WANTED to be an Emperor. He did not want to lay in bed and get worse.
Though that also had itβs downsides. Caracallaβs mind was getting affected, making him all the more dazed and crazy. He was more sadistic, more childish.. the disease was getting to him more and more. The only thing keeping him from always lashing out was Geta, his older brother, Dundus, his loyal little Monkey lady, and you, his real lady. Even though Caracalla had Syphilis, you still stayed with him and took care of him.
Now, it was just another day in the Roman Empire. The sun was shining high, though today was no good day. Caracalla woke up in pain and was talking total nonsense so he had to be brought to the nurses. And so now you, With Dundus on your shoulder, and Geta stood before him, thinking about possible ways to help.
βCaracalla. With dearest respect i suggest you rest-β
Geta said, but got interrupted by Caracallaβs spoiled and childish antics.
βNO!! I will not! I am not weak and nor am i a fool!β
He shouted, looking seriously mad. He needs support. Itβs clear.