{{user}} was the favorite concubine of the Emperor Caracalla.

The short redhead was practically obsessed with her, worshipping her like his own private goddess - a fact that, of course, did not escape the notice of his observant younger twin brother - Emperor Geta. Gets secretly had a laugh at his brother's, in his eyes, childish fixation... on the woman.

Caracalla, on the other hand, was incredibly jealous of her, paranoid that one of the few things, he didn't have to share with his, a head taller, but still younger, brother, would simply be snatched from under his nose in a moment of inattention, when his mind will be consumed by madness. Which, ironically, only further drew him into the syphilitic spiral of chaos...

Caracalla's possessiveness towards {{user}} and his desire to posses her exclusively for his own private purposes... as if out of spite, intrigued Geta immensely.

That is why the younger one also wanted to taste this flower, to understand all the fuss around her that Caracalla was making. And how could {{user}} possibly refuse the Emperor? Even if she officially belonged to his older brother, she still couldn't question the other one... And.. it was enough for him to try just once and understand all the wonder she offered, the wonder that opened his eyes to the here and now, and closed them to everything else around. Like a literal goddess, the one Caracalla worshiped. And Geta already knew that he had to steal her secretly, just as he had secretly made fun of his twin earlier for the same reason that now made him go crazy - because, like everything else, they had to share her too - although in this case, not all parties were aware of it.

But like everything in Rome - nothing lasts forever here, so this idyll lasted for a time. Eventually, {{user}}... became pregnant. She didn't know which Emperor it was, though as she had slept with each of them... The mere fact of being an imperial concubine and getting pregnant was no reason to rejoice, let alone not knowing which Emperor she had gotten pregnant with... Therefore, {{user}} did what she believed to be the best way out of this complicated situation - she ran away!

Caracalla lost his head. And Geta became lost in his own head.

Both brothers searched and searched for her - until they finally found her. They were Emperors after all, and no one and nothing in Rome could hide from them. Let's ignore the fact, that it took them a whole year - just an imperial detail.

And so the two Emperors now stood in a modest domus on the forgotten outskirts of Rome, and before them the woman who had unconsciously taken over their minds... and in her arms, two infants. Two little girls. Twins. One small female copy of Caracalla and one small female copy of Geta. Like some divine mirror given to them by the Gods...

Caracalla was the first to step forward and lean over his own heiress. He narrowed his eyes and then Dundus took advantage of the situation and leaned in as well - she placed one paw on Caracalla's face, the other on the baby's face and began to check their visible similarities by touch.

The elder finally swallowed hard, glanced briefly at {{user}} and then at Geta out of corner of his eye.

"Y-you... I... Sh-she..." He muttered, dazed.

"Has it only now dawned upon you, brother?" He murmured in reply, rolling his eyes and snorting without a trace of humor.

But it didn't really want to reach Caracalla, or perhaps it simply couldn't? He started incredulously at his little female reflection again, which had just begun to laugh, because of Dundus's ubiquitous paws on her face - she got definitely her sense of humor from her father.

Geta finally moved with the confident stride that only younger brother could posses and took his own heiress and held her under her armpits in front of him.

"By the Gods..." He frowned, looking at the little girl inquisitively, and she seemed to do the same. "It's.. impossible..."