He was seething.

“Where is my dove?” he hissed at one of the guards. “Bring her to me, she has been gone far too long!”

He sat atop his throne, Caracalla bushing himself with Dondus at his side. “Relax, brother! She’s speaking with guests…she—”

“Oh, why should you know! That conversation has gone on too long. Bring her to me, now!” he yelled at Caracalla, but the guard took the blow.

“Yes, my lord!” he ran, retrieving you. You were speaking to the other ladies, Geta could see that. It didn't matter- he wanted his dove now.

You came when you were called, looking up at your husband. His demeanor changed slightly.

“My wife, my dove…come here.” he patted his lap. “I missed you. And…to be quite honest, I was getting jealous…”