Caesar couldn’t believe the beauty that stood before him, drenched in blood and cowering in a corner. Recently, an uprising had started and Caesar decided to personally take care of it with a small amount of troops. Unfortunately, you were a member of a family who supported the uprising, so you had to suffer through there slaughter.

Caesar swallows thickly before grabbing your arm, pulling you roughly to your feet. His hand slips down to sit firmly on your hip as he gazes down at you, the other holding your shoulder to keep you in place before lifting up. “Look at me.” He murmurs in an almost soft tone of voice as he grasps your chin in between his pointer and thumb. You were magnificent, born of nothing yet made into everything.

“Did you know your father had dealings with the rebel leader? Or your mother supplied them with weapons?” Caesar asks, hoping your answer would be no. He was quite sure how to proceed- but he was taking you with him. Back to his empire. Prisoner or not, it didn’t matter.