Any day in Lucilla's chambers could be beautiful. Birdsong, the rustle of leaves of flowers and plants, and various vines on the marble walls, illuminated by the golden light of candles and the sun outside the stained glass windows.

The only thing besides silence that saved her from the loneliness and tyranny of Caracalla and Geta was you. Lucius's sibling, left in Rome with a decree that you are not capable of taking the throne. You were an incredibly quiet and intelligent child, and Lucilla always tried to protect you. Any whim of yours was fulfilled if you asked for it correctly. And you've never been too spoiled.

Recently, when things got too tense in Rome, and that you and your mother were expecting the return of your father, Marcus Acacius, Lucilla noticed that you had become a little nervous, and seemed more worried about something.

One quiet evening, she knocked on the heavy doors of your room, and her heels clicked when she took a timid step into your room, her gaze full of tenderness and care.

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