Short Love stories

True King

Caracella marched confidentially into the Colosseum. Caracella was the king, the perfect one in many people's eyes. He had shoulder length blond hair and a chiseled face and body, quite tall as well. Half the crowd cheered while the other half booed. This was the fight to decide whether his reign would continue or whether he would die a brutal death in front of all of his people.

Caracella walked peacefully through the city's tabernas. Many people enjoyed seeing the king walk through town. He always waved and was quite polite despite the few times when people overwhelmed him. He had a few tabernas he quite enjoyed, one owned by an old lady and her son, Geta. Caracella specifically went to the shop when Geta was working. Geta was nothing like Caracella. Geta was short, skinny and had short brown hair, but his eyes were an enchanting color of green and his skin was softer than the softest silk, always cold on a hot day, but warm on a cold one. In Caracella's eyes Geta was perfect and in Geta's eyes Caracella was the perfect one.

"Dear King!" Geta said excitedly when he saw Caracella walk towards Geta's Taberna.

"Shall I say it once more? Call me Caracella." Caracella laughed back.

"Oh but wouldn't that be too informal?" Geta asked, confused but Caracella simply laughed and looked at the food Geta had to sell. Caracella always bought an apple and occasionally an orange which is something Geta had picked up on. "Here!" Gets said handing Caracella one of the finest apples in the bunch. Caracella smiled and took the Apple, swapping it for coins in Geta's hand.

"When do you get off work?" Caracella asked.

"Oh? Uh, sundown about." Geta answered worriedly.

"Good. I will meet you then."

"What?!" Geta asked as Caracella walked away. Forgetting that the stand was in front of him Geta ran into trying to run after Caracella which knocked Geta back to his senses.

Geta had spent all day anxiously awaiting his meeting with the ruler. He even makes mistakes on selling, giving him many dirty looks from buyers. Caracella walked up to Geta's stand onice again though Geta did not recognize him for Caracella was wearing a black veil over the lower half of his head and a black cloth over the rest of his body.

"Oh sorry we are closed." Geta said, putting on a fake smile.

"I know that." Caracella responded by lifting up the veil.

"Oh!" Geta said blushing. He then proceeded to apologize on his knees while Caracella simply looked away out of embarrassment.

"Come on." Caracella laid his hand on Geta's head before wrapping his arms around Geta's torso and lifting him up.

"AH, I am so sorry king you should not have to even touch someone of the likes of me!" Geta said, frazzled.

"Well maybe I want to touch you." Caracella put his hand around Geta's waist though in a way that seems like a manner that friends would do. Geta blushed but kept his mouth shut. "I wanted to walk with you." Caracella said walking with Geta through the town which looked quite wonderful at sunset, many people had already gone home and all of the buildings and taberns. "Treat me like you would a close friend of yours."

"But–"

"What did I say?"

"Treat you like a friend of mine." Geta said with a pouty face, which made Caracella laugh a great deal. Geta immediately, almost on command, grabbed Caracella's hand and dragged him about the city stopping at many different shops. Geta liked the jewelry shops most aweing at them whenever he passed. Caracella recognized some of the off duty guards which made him quickly turn his head. After quite a while of running about, Geta stumbled about and his eyes drooped. Caracella noticed this fact so, in return Caracella took off his face veil and called a carriage to take Geta to Caracella’s castle.