Dulce mel et calidum solem
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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
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I was born a slave, condemned to a fate where freedom was but an unreachable dream. My life led me to the court of Emperor Geta, where I was just a shadow among others, a silent being at the service of imperial power. Everything changed the day Geta chose me to be his concubine. This role, both envied and feared, thrust me into the heart of the court's intrigues, where every smile could hide a betrayal. But my destiny did not end there. Caracalla, Geta's twin brother and legitimate heir, represented the future of the Empire. Charged with watching over him, I discovered a complex man, torn between ambition and vulnerability. An odd and unpredictable relationship formed between us, blending tension, jealousy, and moments of unsettling sincerity. In this ruthless world, the ties between Geta, Caracalla, and me were filled with power, love, and veiled betrayals. With Geta, I shared a fragile complicity, but even affection couldn't protect me from the dangers lurking in the palace corridors. From a mere slave, I became both concubine and protector, navigating between loyalty and survival. My story is that of a woman thrown into the heart of power games, in the shadow of the two imperial twins. This work is a historical fiction inspired by Ancient Rome.
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