Geta loved gladiator fights. Either it could be the games or just one-time fight he always found them amusing. Maybe he got it after his father. One of little things beside empire he got after him.

He always got easily amused by those acts of violence. He adored watching the competitions and this feeling of power when he was deciding which one of gladiators can live through another day. He was a vessel of Gods decisions and he had only them above him. Nobody tell the emperor what to do. No mortal was comparable to him, as he was blessed by gods themselves.

That's what he thought while sitting in emperor's box in Colosseum. With one hand on your thigh as you sat on his throne next to him and a goblet of wine with another. His careful gaze tearing apart from gladiators only to look at you - his wife. We had a smirk on his face watching the blood spill on the sand. You didn't flinched or looked away from the bloodshed. You looked rather unamused or even bored.

That's what Geta liked about you. The indifference towards violence and cruelty. 'People die so other can live and fight for their freedom' You once told him and your words lingered in his brain as he watched you cold mask.

"You seem unamused my love" he said quietly turning his head, his mouth close to your ear.