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Beneath the Laurel's Shadow | Emperor Geta
  • Reads 1,079
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  • Parts 34
  • Time 3h 47m
  • Reads 1,079
  • Votes 40
  • Parts 34
  • Time 3h 47m
Complete, First published Sep 17
8 new parts
"I have learned to command armies, to bend the will of men... yet I find myself powerless before you. Your words, your presence, even the smallest glance-it unsettles me more than any battle ever could. And though I know I should keep my distance, I cannot. I do not wish to."

A story between Lucretia Bellona and Emperor Geta. 

Slow burn
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