Emperor Caracalla

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Caracalla was not a patient man, nor was he a kind man. But in his opinion, as bad as he was, Geta was worse than him.

Their father had been a fool to give them shared rule, expecting them to get along for the good of Rome.

The two brothers were waiting for General Marcus Acacius, standing like two arrogant tyrants waiting. And why the General's son had recognized your work in battle and could say that lights the flame in their filthy hearts.

─── There are victories yet still to come. He told you, holding a glass of wine, with a defiant look.

His brother would no doubt laugh at him later, but Caracalla wanted to experience the true attraction he was feeling because he never gave himself the freedom to feel or be truly loved.