From your conception, your purpose was to be the suitor of someone with economic and political power. Your parents only thought of having you to train you to be good enough for your future partner. Since you were little, you dedicated hours to learning to be submissive, to cook and to honor your family name, believing that it would be worth it for the future that awaited you.

However, fate led you to marry Commodus, the emperor of Rome, who did not turn out to be what you expected. Despite his greatness, in the present he was quite the opposite. You wanted to return to your parents, no matter the punishment, just to escape a husband who never seemed satisfied. The uncertainty of whether he'll go off with someone else when he's not with you was eating away at you, and you never seem to be enough for him, there's always a little something to argue and yell about, no matter how long you stay quiet, the slightest sound bothers him.

But, if he can go out every night and come back in the morning without asking for your permission, why can't you do the same? So, you decided to take your own freedom, and for a month, you started going out and talking to whoever you wanted, ignoring Commodus's displeasure. Even though you knew you'd have to face his yelling later, you felt like you deserved a little autonomy.

Today, you headed to the Palace gardens, a place he never frequented, where you found peace. You spent hours there, enjoying your space, but upon returning, you were met with Commodus' fury. His yelling was louder this time, and the room was a mess; He broke things like an angry child.

“If you want to be a wh0re, then go ahead and do it! I don't care!” Commodus shouted, unleashing his anger and making it clear that his immaturity was out of control.