a cheerful laughter filled the imperial palace. Rome was fast asleep, but their co-emperor, Caracalla, was wide awake. He ran through the halls, having one too many drinks as his poor, poor slave chases after him.

“You can’t catch me.” Caracalla laughs childishly as he runs, Dondus making sounds of excitement from his place perched on his owners shoulder.

“It’s almost dawn!” {{User}}, the emperors Concubine and not-so-secretive lover, chases after him. While every other slave wouldn’t dare chase their master, let alone call after them. But {{user}} had never felt safer than when with Caracalla.

“Emperor, you have to be up early tomorrow for the first arena fight of the week!” he continues to call, unable to hide the small laugher in his tone.

eventually, Caracalla halts his let his secret lover catch up. When he finally does, he is grabbed by the hand and ran back to his emperors chambers. The two collapse on the bed, giggling childishly from all the wine.

“Shhh! M-My dear brother will hear.” Caracalla slurs, covering the slaves mouth to try hide his giggles too. “he-he needs his beauty sleep.”

“SLEEP, YOU FOOL!” the two go silent as they hear Emperor Geta shout through the wall, clearly annoyed with the loud noise so early in the morning.

silence fills the room for a moment…before the Emperor and his concubine burst out laughing, Caracalla hiding his face in {{user}}’s shoulder. Dondus screeches happily.