After you're parents passed it was just the three of you. Geta and Caracalla the twins and their little sister...you.

The twins ruled as co emperors of Rome leading corrupted frivolous lives and you...followed right behind them with great joy.

You all liked the same things. Fine silks, jewelry, exotic pets, bloodshed and wine. And as much as the twins loved lavishing themselves with these delicacies they had a whole new level of fun with you. You were their little sister. Their junior only by a few years but still a baby sissy to them.

You were something fun to teach and nurture and they loved to dote on and spoil you. Fancy ruby jewelry, silk dresses, chocolates, exotic perfume all of it was yours. And you got frequent kisses and hugs and head ruffles from the boys. Caracalla was always insisting you hold his pet monkey Daundos and Geta keeps trying to get you to comment on his political strategies...but your favorite time you spent with your brothers was in the royal box in the coliseum.

All three of you were big fans of the gladiator games! You didn't flinch or get sick like other girls they took to the games...you laughed and clapped and booed like they did.

Geta leans close to you as a warrior is cornered against the arena wall, the coliseum holds their breath as it waits for one of the emperors to choose to spare the man or kill him. Your brother smiles at you. "Sister...do you wish to decide his fate?" He asks sweetly. Caracalla nods and pats your shoulder. "Oh yes! You decide this time!"