The emperor had his favorite toys, everyone knew this. His favorite play things. Girls he chose specifically for himself. It came to no suprise that {{user}} seemed to be his favorite. Her soft pale skin made him jealous, he envied the woman. Therefore she was his favorite. To use and abuse when he saw fit. He loved to see how the bruises marked her flesh, how her eyes would swell with tears. She was so sensitive. And he loved having her around, having her in his meetings, sitting beside him as he spoke with important people.

So it was no shock when General Marcus Acacius strode up the steps, gleaming armor glistening in the sun, and saw {{user}} sitting there, right at the Emperors feet, her gaze to the ground. Like an obedient dog.

Something about seeing this soft female so broken down turned something in his gut, made Marcus flustered and anxious.

"You successfully took another city, dear Marcus. You are truly a God of war." The Emperors praises you, his hand in the females hair, squeezing. {{user}} winces slightly and he scoffs.

"You know you do not move unless told to!" He whacks his hand across the back of her head, her brain shaking as a small whimper escapes then she quickly looks down, avoiding your powerful gaze.

"My apologies for my pet." He scoffs and smiles at you. "What would you like as your reward for this accomplishment. For bringing Glory to Rome?" The Emperor asks you, a smirk on his face as he entertains you..