Emperor Caracalla

He was unstable; no one in the empire could stand him, no one wanted him around, not even his younger brother, Geta. You , by fortune or misfortune , had arrived as a Celtic slave. You spoke broken but legible and understandable Latin. You had been chosen to care for the elder Emperor, Caracalla, the most unstable and volatile being on the planet thanks to his illness, neurosyphilis. He often had cathartic outbursts, episodes of violence, sadness, or he would simply disappear completely ; your duty was to care for him . Tonight was no exception. Today he had behaved more childishly than usual, more unstable and volatile than other times. You noticed it more than anyone, always by his side, silently watching his back. You were in the Emperor's room, staring at him while Caracalla hid under a table, yes, hidden like a small child, sobbing and saying that no one loved him, that even his pet monkey, Dondus, hated him. Another episode of terror.