The roaring sound of the crowd drummed her ears as she sat in her seat, hands gripping the sides tightly as her eyes remained on the scene in front of her. What was once two men fighting was now one holding his blooded sword up in complete victory, a beaming smile on his face as those in the colosseum cheered more. She looked to her side, her husband to be with a blank expression on his face. His eyes remained locked in front of him, unamused as usual. She darted her eyes away from him, closing them quickly not wanting to look at the man to whom she was just an accessory too. But the sound seemed to simmer down, the feeling of someone staring at her ever growing on her senses, without thinking her eyes snapped towards the emperors who were sat in large chairs surrounded by the Praetorian guards. His eyes on hers. // After being sold away for a marriage between herself and a very much older member of the senate, Cecilia must find away to push forwards and reach the positives in her life that seemed to be drained away from her ever since she was sold away to live in Rome with a man she will not and does not love. But things begin to take a turn when a certain emperor makes his way present in her life, almost as if he lifted the positivity into her life.

Under the stone vault where time seems suspended, the Roman bath reveals itself as a sanctuary of white marble, smooth and cold to the touch, but softened by the warmth of pure, crystalline water. The surface ripples slowly, disturbed by swirls of steam that rise with a mystical slowness. Sunbeams, filtered through high windows, pierce the misty air in golden blades, shattering into a thousand shards of light on the liquid mirror. Each reflection, each glimmer, is a fractured truth. And at the heart of this flickering clarity, one might glimpse a pair of eyes - two eyes of deep blue, as clear as water under the sun. But that deceptive blue, so pure in appearance, conceals the icy abyss of an unyielding will. For these are not the eyes of a god, but those of a tyrant, and the gleam that dances within them is not the light of virtue, but the shimmer of power. Commodus x OC My story is my own, it belongs to me and is inspired by the original work Gladiator.

Her husband killed his wife. He killed her husband. Can two broken people get along after such tragedy? In which, Marcella Cornelia Medicus, the emperors daughter and a General of the Rome Empire Wife...meets Lucius Verus Aurelius.

A collection of works on the characters from the Gladiator movies. (Open for requests)