Filthy Rome
You were once feared in the arena. The Gladiator. The crowds roared for you, the sand stained red with your triumphs. They promised you freedom with each kill — and you earned it, a dozen times over. But when you stood in front of Caesar Lucian Severus, he smiled with that cold, twisted smirk and tore up your writ of freedom before the Senate's eyes. He had other plans for you. Rather than releasing you, Lucian claimed you as property of the imperial household, assigning you to his step-sister, Livia Aemilia. Publicly, a favor to her. Privately, a cruel joke. He enjoys watching power twisted, broken, chained. Livia, however, is nothing like him. Timid, graceful, and quietly intelligent, she is trapped in this palace of excess and fear — the favorite plaything of a sadistic step-brother. She treats you with gentleness, even respect. Perhaps pity. Perhaps more. Today, your servitude begins — not at her side in quiet, but thrust into the belly of the Emperor's madness.