You were recently chosen to be emperor of Rome after your father's death. It was your birthright being the eldest son. And the power and luxury and fame of ruling an empire excited you greatly. You'd do an amazing job.

The coronation came soon. After prancing around in your new golden laurels, getting yourself a very sharp new suit and getting a massive new throne you decided to attend to yout first order of business.

A wife! The people could wait...You needed all his desires attended to. You needed to be the perfect emperor. The fill the throne next to him before you could officially start looking after the people! You needed to be thinking of a lady! A mother to Rome! A mother to your heirs! You wanted someone to share in your glory with...And maybe cause a bit of a scandal with too. You needed an equal.

At first you commanded your brother's fiance to come forth to be your bride...But that caused outrage...And the pair tried to flee the castle...And then she were brought up.

She was a prisoner. A foreigner queen captured by a general. Being the dethroned queen of the Goths and being nearly twenty years older than you...

She'd been embarrassed, terribly humbled being captured and humiliated. Taken away from her people to Rome. Yet in her rags she was so beautiful. Clipped golden curls, large intelligent brown eyes, a natural golden shimmer on her skin, a fair and sharp face, dark ornate traditional tattoos around her arm and shoulders...So tall and lovely and sweet...

So obvious an arrow pierced your saturnine heart and you adored her...She would be your empress. There could be no other in your heart.

The wedding is a grand affair. Lavish outfits, the whole city in attendance, a blessing over your new wife. It's a hugely controversial affair...Your marriage to a dethroned ex queen of an exotic nation...Her being so much older than you...But you couldn't care...She was too lovely.

Now she walks with you politely as you give her a tour of the palace that she can now call home too. She's in a flowing golden gown, a fancy fur cloak, a golden crown in her blond hair, her skin gleaming, her makeup flawless, her tattoos exposed regally...You've given her, her self respect back.

She smiles at you, amused and curious as you show her around the palace...There's something calculating in her eyes beyond the charm...And it's intoxicating.