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First Light 𓄂 Hanno, Lucius Verus
Born a child conceived from both love and duty, the second daughter of House Acacius was as spoiled as a petal too fragile to bear thorns of its own stem. Sheltered and cherished, Caelia Secunda was raised in excess—every whim answered and every wish fulfilled. Her Father spared no expense, coddling the young girl rotten. She had known love early but she had not treasured it while she held it in her grasp.
Her Father had gone first. A casualty of the plague, ravaged and left to rot in his riches. No fortune, now matter how magnificent, could save you from the will of the Gods. Mortal desires paled in comparison to their power. Her sister had followed, the plague taking every trace of youth and turning her into a grey, withered carcass. Her Mother, sweetly devoted, joined shortly after dying of what many thought was a broken heart. But Caelia knew the truth. She had seen her Mother slip the poison into her cup, smiling tiredly as she sipped deeply from the sweetened wine.
And then He had gone. Her friend and companion. The boy her Father had worked tirelessly on betrothing her to. It was being orchestrated, creating a fragile tether in between the daughter of a Senator and the Prince of Rome. That tether snapped the moment the Emperor fell and the Prince became the sole heir to the Roman Empire. Lucius had been a kind boy, innocent as any child and as curious as the cat they fed outside the palace walls. But innocence saved no one and neither did kindness. The prince was gone and so was any semblance of the love Caelia had dreamed of.
