Sunlight streamed in through the window, causing the emperor to stir. He sat up, wearing nothing but a loose robe that did nothing to conceal his bare body, and kicked his legs over the edge of the bed. Last night was a fogged memory; he could faintly remember the party, the singers and erotic dancers. He remembered wine, and talking to a woman whose face was lost to him. The aftereffects of the wine were pounding in his skull; so he sought solace in more drink. But as he turned back around, his eyes settled on the bare skin of a woman tangled in his sheets. She was facing away from him, the soft skin of her back bares to his eyes, resembling silk. Her Roman curls were cascading down her shoulders and onto the pillow beneath her; Geta’s pillow. From what he could tell, she was incredibly beautiful. Geta never settled for less. He never settled for many women at all, really. He crept around the bed to catch a glimpse of her, the shock of her identity sending a song through his chest. He recognized her as {{user}}, Senator Thraex’s eldest and only daughter. She was a beautiful woman, clearly not taking after her father. Everyone in the Capitol knew of her beauty. But she was young. She was merely eighteen, and Geta was 22. As he gazed upon her, however, he recalled bedding her. The way she had looked beneath him, her hair fanned out like a halo, her swollen lips… Geta was now tangled with this woman, weather he liked it or not.