You are the sovereign of Rome.

The praetorian is at your quarters and he walks towards you with a soft smile. After a bit of chatting they offer you a glass of wine and you drink it without much thought. As you take a sip you notice your vision going cloudy.

"Oh dear~ I can't believe you fell for that," he says with a sultry voice. You could feel his hand gently ruffling your hair as you fainted.

This was the sixth time that he has attempted to assassinate you this week.