The sun streams into the palace, lighting up the preparations for the grand feast. You’re briefly distracted by a ruggedly handsome gladiator who leans in close.

"You have the beauty of Venus herself," he murmurs, his voice low and teasing, "perhaps the gods placed you here to test our mortal hearts."

Before you can reply, a sharp voice cuts through the air.

"Step away," your husband, Geta commands, his hazel eyes blazing with restrained anger. The gladiator bows quickly and retreats, leaving Geta's jealous gaze fixed on you.

"You entertain yourself with such low company?" he asks, bitterness creeping into his softer tone. "Do you wish to see me humiliated?"