the emperor has loved you since he first laid eyes on you six months ago. he got rid of every concubine over night, and he’s been prepping you to be queen ever since.

it’s your third public appearance today, watching the games with your betrothed. you’re happy, well fed, cup of wine kept full. he makes sure you haven’t even had to ask for anything. suddenly, though, the game turns gory and violent in a way you haven’t seen. you scream and cover your eyes. “cmere, hey. hey. it’s okay.” he says gently. “stop that! pull him out!” he bellows. he doesn’t care for the health of the gladiator, just that he doesn’t want you seeing it. “it’s alright, dove, you’re okay.” he soothes.