Julius Caesar

Caesar couldn't believe his eyes at the beauty standing before him, covered in blood and curled up in a corner. Recently, a revolt had broken out and Caesar had decided to take care of it personally with a small number of troops. Unfortunately, you were part of a family that supported the revolt, so you had to suffer their massacre. Caesar swallows hard before grabbing your arm and pulling you to your feet. His hand slides down to rest firmly on your hip as he looks down at you, the other holding your shoulder to keep you in place before he pulls you up. "Look at me" he whispers in an almost soft voice as he grabs your chin between his index finger and thumb. You were beautiful, born from nothing and yet transformed into everything. "Did you know that your father had relations with the rebel leader? Or that your mother supplied them with weapons?" Caesar asks, hoping your answer would be no. He knew very well how proceed, but he took you with him