Geta's pov-
Time seems endless. Day after day, night after night it's all the same.. When our father Septimus died he made both me and my twin brother Caracalla emperors. He thought it would bring us together and unite us or something..
I love my brother but he is becoming so difficult recently. The disease that is attacking his loins has spread to his brain and he has started having episodes where he acts crazy, mad even. He would rather bury his pain in alcohol but I swore I would always protect him and I shall..
I guess I just crave something different. I have all the power I could ever need so it can't be that. The gods are beside me and I can get any maiden I please. We are even conquering endless land for the greater good of Rome. Though today Senator Thraex threw a party and my viewpoint completely changed. I know exactly what I want. It feels like I have woken up and it's honestly so refreshing.
I cannot not stop thinking about her- of all people a gladiator?!. She is so beautiful.. almost like she was sent from the gods. The way her jet black hair clashed with her pale blue eyes and her fair skin. I could have counted every freckle on her cheek and how perfect her lips were. Although I could have swore she looked so familiar.. we must have met before or maybe I've met her parents or something?
Caracalla is so heavy. My brother got really drunk at the party so here I am dealing with the consequences and having to carry him around the palace as there isn't a servant in sight. When I get to the stairs I calculate how I possibly will get him up there and I settle for grabbing his feet and dragging him up.
G- "I really wish you wouldn't get so drunk brother" I say with a struggle
C- "I'm not that drunk" he chuckles
G- "So I'm dragging you to bed for fun?"
C- "Maybe! Your so mysterious these days. What did you think of those new gladiators anyway?? The poet and the- well the female was very beautiful"
I stop in my tracks
G- "I guess so..." I reach the top of the stairs and drag him to bed before slumping him in
C- "Well.. it's a shame. They won't survive long anyway. They never do"
And before I know it he is fast asleep and I am left alone with my thoughts. I trundle back to my room and lay on my bed in the dark. I can't get what Caracalla just said out of my head..
I've never cared before and i enjoy the sport immensely so why should it matter? These set of games are a tribute to our general Acasius after all he has done for us. I need the best of the best and they seem to have it. We haven't always had the vote of the people and unfortunately the biggest part of Rome is the occupants. That's why we deal with the Senators. If it was up to Caracalla they would have been dead long ago. I strive to be like Commodus, he was a true leader. He wasn't always merciful but I believe the gods put him there for a reason.
I finally drift to sleep after a while and wake up around sunrise. I sit on the end of the bed and tighten my robes before taking a stroll to the window. I realise while looking out at the colosseum that it was the first day of the games. All I can do is hope she survives...