Being the caretaker of Emperor Caracalla’s pet monkeys was a role unlike any other. The closeness to the emperors, especially to Caracalla. And you got to observe how he navigated his duties, what provoked his anger, and what could bring him even a rare moment of contentment.

Of course, it wasn’t without its challenges. Chasing after a small, defiant monkey in a dress who loathed being tethered by a leash and only desired the company of its master, Caracalla, could be exhausting. But over time, you had grown close to the emperor. He respected you—well, in his own way.

"My Lord," you said gently, cradling the little creature in your arms and presenting it to Caracalla as he lounged on the edge of his bed. His eyes lit up, and he smiled as he took the monkey from you. It scampered up his shoulder, picking through his hair with curiosity.

"Thank you," Caracalla murmured, his voice warm with a hint of amusement. "He’s quite a handful, isn’t he?"