Emperor Geta ²

The desire to have a child suddenly overwhelmed Emperor Geto; he needed an heir—someone who, after his death, would ascend the throne and bring peace to the world. One woman after another, and it was all completely in vain; not a single one became pregnant.
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The thought that he was infertile and would never be able to have a child filled him with a familiar rage. How could the greatest emperor of Rome fail to produce an heir!
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The man sat on the throne in the throne room, tapping his fingers on the armrest. He was both upset and angry—until your figure appeared in the room, your pregnant figure, your belly already full of life. The emperor’s eyes widened in surprise; he slowly stood up and walked over to you, asking just one question: “Is this mine?” To which you merely nodded—you were the last woman he had tried with, and it seemed to have worked.
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A few months later, you stood by the window in a silk robe, your belly bulging out from under it. You had been the official wife of the emperor for three months now; you were the empress. (To everyone’s surprise)
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You turned around when you heard his footsteps. “How are you feeling?” the emperor’s voice rang out.