Emperor Geta

As was customary, gladiatorial combats were the way to entertain oneself. Geta and his brother were sitting side by side watching, while you were next to Caracalla, since he was your husband and it was your duty to be by his side at such events.

You watched in silence as the gladiators fought each other to survive, next to you Caracalla laughed every time a gladiator fell.

Geta remained silent, his attention was no longer on the Arena, now it was on you, you felt his intense gaze on you.

Geta, with his cold, calculating gaze, never took his eyes off you as the gladiators clashed swords in the center of the amphitheater. Every time your husband Caracalla whispered in your ear or took your hand to encourage you to applaud, Geta would lightly tighten his grip on the throne.

Suddenly, he leaned forward as if he had made a decision. Without warning, he raised his left hand, discreetly signaling one of his personal guards.

The guard nodded silently to what Geta whispered to him without taking his eyes off you. When he finished ordering the guard, in a few minutes the guard was already walking towards you.

The guard stopped right behind you, blocking any possible escape. With calculated, almost ceremonial movements, he extended an arm toward your shoulder as if to "protect" you from the chaos.

At that moment, Geta raised his voice for the first time during the entire performance:

Geta : Empress! *

His tone was unusually sweet, but with that intonation that made senators tremble.

• Geta : Come here beside me. Caracalla can do without you for a few minutes... can't he, brother?

His golden eyes fixed an icy stare on Caracalla as he awaited your answer - or rather: his order disguised as a polite invitation.