In Rome, nothing happens without reason - not a feast, not a whisper, not a glance.
Here, people live too close to be honest, and too far apart to truly understand one another.
The emperors are young, ambitious, vulnerable. They are surrounded by luxury, blood, and expectation.
Lucretia does not seek power - yet each step draws her deeper into the dense fabric of the Empire. She does not fight, but she does not yield.
This is not a story about the struggle for power. It's a story about how hard it is to remain yourself when everything around you demands you become someone else.
And about how, sometimes, silence speaks louder than any command.
"Love is full of both honey and gall."
- Plautus, Curculio
(Dear readers, I am translating the fanfic myself, so I apologize in advance for any grammatical mistakes. English is not my native language, nor my second language. I'm doing my best, thank you!)
In the heart of Rome, y/n, the spirited daughter of a noble general, has spent her life silently yearning for Maximus, the honorable warrior destined for greatness. But when Emperor Commodus ascends to power after his father's death, y/n's world shatters. Accused of treason, her father is exiled, and y/n herself is taken prisoner by the mercurial and dangerous new emperor.
As a prisoner within the marble walls of the imperial palace, y/n finds herself entangled in a web of conflicting emotions. Against her will, her heart becomes divided between the loyal and steadfast Maximus and the tormented, enigmatic Commodus.
As y/n navigates the treacherous waters of the imperial court, she must confront her own desires and choose between the man who offers her salvation and the one who awakens the darkest parts of her soul.
But can love survive in a world built on power and betrayal? And will y/n's heart ever truly be whole again?
→ It is my first published story, though I do hope you still enjoy it:)
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Gladiator or any of its characters. I only own my own characters I have created along the way.