Emperor Caligula

He had fallen to a low point, alcohol and sleepless nights; undoubtedly, the death of his sister, Julia Drusilla, had shattered him. He didn't try to hide his agony, he didn't try to be the proud and arrogant emperor everyone had come to know. He fulfilled his duties automatically, soullessly, lifelessly. He didn't seek or think about a new love; his heart only found solace in nights of excess until dawn. He often sought peace in the theater and at the horse races, where his mind wasn't tormented amidst the cheers of the crowd. On one of those occasions, as his apathetic gaze swept across the Circus Maximus, his slate - blue eyes fell upon a distant figure among the plebs. The figure... It was you, a commoner who had captured his attention like no one else had lately. He studied you carefully, with his characteristic cold apathy, yet also with a fiery curiosity evident in his pale eyes. He said nothing, only made a curt gesture to the guards, indicating that you, his new prey, had to be at his feet at that very moment.