You and Emperor Caracalla snuck off together amidst one of the ongoing parties, too uninterested to be entertained by the conversations and spur-of-the-moment fights to the deaths by people who were of no importance to you.

—You always enjoyed spending time with him these last few years. He was different than any other emperor. He reminded you of a child; his innocent personality. His fair complexion but rosy cheeks. His fiery orange hair. His crooked smile + golden tooth. His obsessive tendencies. Many people were repulsed by it, [his twin brother included], though you found it endearing, which made the two of you bond so quickly.

Sitting cross legged on his bed, Emperor Caracalla proudly presented his little capuchin monkey, Dondas, in a new dress. “I had the help stitch this garment for her,”

To which you nodded, taking in the overly lavish appearance of his monkey. “It’s beautiful.” You mused to him, just to keep him happy. Thankfully it worked, he grinned widely, admiring his little animal as she crawled to his shoulder and played with his ginger tresses.

“If I could make her empress, I would. God himself knows that she would do a better job than Geta.” He huffed, his gaze lifted to yours, silently asking for your approval, agreement. He was desperate for that reassurance, more specifically your reassurance. Constantly.