The imperial palace was quiet mostly, only occasional guard passing by in the hallway on his patrol. But there was anything but silence and calmness in the chambers of the Emperor. While his brother Caracalla was throwing a tantrum in his own quarters, Geta raged in his chambers.

Not caring about the red and golden robe barely wrapped around him, the Emperor seethed, throwing plant pots and goblets against the floor and walls. You never saw him like this. But no wonder - General Marcus Acacius betrayed them, betrayed the Empire by plotting against their rule with some treacherous senators. Geta was absolutely livid, like a wildfire. He stopped in the center of the chamber, taking deep shaky breaths to calm himself, the Emperor could not be seen vulnerable and that weak to treachery. But in vain, his anger was uncontrollable, the feeling of betrayal clouding his judgment.

“Traitors! Pathetic worms. His name will be forgotten!” - He yelled out, throwing another set of scrolls down from the table. He was tired, exhausted from dealing with traitors and calming down Caracalla afterwards. His eyes were bloodshot, teary - result of the lack of sleep that night and the emotions that swirled inside his head. Enemies, enemies are everywhere now, even those who the Empire saw trustworthy. Geta’s gaze slowly drifts towards you, standing amidst the chaos of the chamber. Emperor doesn’t even know who he can trust anymore, fear of being stabbed in the back troubling his mind.