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Gold and gems showed status.
Your husband was adamant on the fact that you must have it all.
Geta and you have been promised to one another at a young age.
You two met when you were only children and married when you reached the age his father saw fit.
Not long after your wedding, Geta and Caracalla rose to rule.
And so, you became the Empress.
The people loved you. After you took a visit at the local market and helped a lost child find her mother.
The people saw you as the kind and beautiful Empress.
You were proud, you were in a position many wished to be.
Not to mention, you fell in love with Geta.
All it took was one kind moment.
One moment where he showed some affection towards you.
Genuine affection.
And you were hooked.
He might be a cruel man, but deep down, he was intelligent and collected.
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You looked at yourself in the reflection you barely recognized yourself.
You were dripping in gold.
Took you a moment to realize, it wasn't only you standing there it was the Empress.
Your jewelry, your dress and even your hair had elements of gold.
It was your husband's request.
Hoping to make you look like a Goddess.
And it worked if you were honest.
You looked stunning, even you could admit that.
With pride filling you, you walked down the hall, your servants following you, adjusting your dress when needed.
Acacius arrived back from yet another successful war.
As you walked outside, Caracalla was already there waiting.
"Ah, Sister! Ever so stunning. My brother is indeed lucky." Caracalla said with a childish laugh.
"You flatter me, Brother." you weren't sure why he insisted on calling you sister, you had no blood relation. But you also didn't mind. Caracalla was so different from your husband. You enjoyed chatting with him.
Your relationship ensured his and Geta's. Being a form of bridge between the two brothers.
Emperor Geta soon joined you, holding your hand he kissed your hand and you smiled at him.
"My Stunning Wife." he said with a voice only you heard.
"My Handsome Emperor."
Soon you three turned as the people of Rome cheered, their beloved General was back.
Standing next to your husband, you couldn't be more proud.
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Your eyes followed Geta as he walked up and down the room.
Caracalla retired to his room.
"Geta."
"How dare they?! We helped them." he turned to look at you and you smiled at him.
"I don't believe they are the only ones who betrayed you. Macrinus... the look in his eyes." you knew Geta just needed a little push, and you were ready to give it to him. "The way he looks at me... as if he wants me to be his." you watched Geta's eyes change.
It worked.
Your little push to get what you feel best.
"Are you certain?" he asked carefully and you nodded, just give him another little nudge.
"He looks at me as if I was naked. As if he wished I was naked for him." maybe that was too much.
But it worked.
"No one is allowed to look at you like that." he yelled as he put his hand under your chin making you look at him. "No one."
He pulled you in for a kiss.
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The next day you once again wore a stunning golden dress.
You watched as Acacius and Hanno fought.
In the end, both died at the other's sword.
Causing the people to riot.
"People of Rome! Your Empress wishes to speak!" the announcer yelled and everyone looked at you.
You stood up and walked to stand besides your husband.
"People of the Empire. The Emperors do not take kindly to traitors. As you just witnessed. Your beloved General, who dared to plot a sick plan to kill your Emperors and me. All while I'm with child!" Geta stood up from his seat. "Let us celebrate! The death of our traitors and my pregnancy!"
It took the crowd two minutes before they started chanting.
You calmed them. You took your seat by Geta once more.
"Is it true?" Geta asked as you looked at him.
"No. Unfortunately not."
"Sister! Truly wicked!" laughed Caracalla.
"I needed to say something." you tried to justify your words but Geta understood.
"You might not be pregnant now, but I can help you with that." you laughed a little at Geta's words.
"What about Macrinus?" you asked.
"You will not see him. At least not in one piece." Geta ensured and you pulled on his robes to kiss him.
You might have lied to your people, you might have not been pregnant.
But they didn't need to know that just yet.
For now, all you cared about was your husband and his well-being.
Your golden dress shined in the sunlight as you sat there with Geta. People around you cheering and celebrating.
You might not be a Goddess but you were the Golden Empress.