In the heart of ancient Rome, a chance encounter sparks an undeniable attraction, setting off a chain reaction of events that forever changes Caligula, a young noble, and Lepidus, the mysterious young man. Fast forward in the future, years later, Caligula, became vicious, cruel and bitter, after becoming the youngest Emperor of the Roman Empire, he'll be feared and hated by the people. Can Lepidus, one of the reason for Caligula's path for destruction, alter his path? How do you heal a betrayed heart? Everytime they clash, their undeniable, hot, steamy passion for each other ignites, burning hotter with each caress and kisses. In this tale of forbidden love, where do loyalty and honor lie? Will their all-consuming love be their salvation or their downfall?
View MorePiso stood at the entrance of his domus on Palatine hill, overlooking the city of Rome, gazing out into the rain-soaked darkness of the night.His domus, located at the Caput Mundi Roma, stood as a grand testament to his success as a general and influence as a governor of Syria.From the outside, his residence looks plain and unassuming, with plain walls and a wide, simple entrance where he is standing now.However, the interior revealed a different story.Intricate colorful frescoes adorned the inside walls, while polished white marble floors gleamed under his foot.But it was dark and it was raining, so he couldn't appreciate it right now.It was a very cold night.*shwaaaaa*The central courtyard, called the atrium has a large fountain in the middle of it and is surrounded by statues.Various rooms branched out from the atrium including the tablinium, the triclinium, and the cubiculi.*shwaaaaa*The atrium behind him was dimly lit, casting his shadows from the flickering lucerna he
'Hhhhnnnnnnnnnn', a silent cry is being suppressed.Her calceus clad feet is touching the damp, rain soaked grass, which had recently been flooded by the rain.*swish* *swish*The soft ground that was covered with grass feels so soft every time she step on it.'Hhnnnnnnnnn', her silent cries does not betray the empty and vacant look in her face.*swish* *swish*She can't even form a coherent thought in her head as she silently walk towards the Mausoleum Augusti, while carrying an urn.The moistened grass and mud sticks to her feet and to her long dark stola making the end heavy and sopping wet.It's getting harder for her to walk.'Hhhhnnnnnnnnnn' but she ignore it. The pain in her chest, the grief she's feeling is consuming her whole being.*swish* *swish*She stepped on a protruding rock that's hidden in the grass and soft ground, she stumbled.But her grip on the urn did not loosened, she's ready to fall with it, but not before securing it into her bosom.Suddenly two strong arm h
Same timeline with Lepidus from the previous chapter.'Our family has fallen,' a small figure of a kid, stated as he observed his surroundings.'Why are they being treated like this, with such pity and sadness?''Where was the respect and admiration our family once commanded?'As he pondered on this, he gazed out at the crowd.*rattle* *rattle*The chariot he's riding in, rattled along the cobblestone streets.And Drusus's eyes, met the somber faces of the people following them in their procession.*clatter* *rattle*The twelve-year-old boy, Drusus Caesar, the second son of Germanicus—the war hero, scrunched his face into a scowl.He could feel small vibrations of the uneven road in his body.Making him sick and tired. Impatience gnawed at him.*clatter* *clatter*It's been several months since they left Syria.Where they stayed for one and a half years—months of traveling not included.He remembered their first travel there.When his father was sent by Emperor Tiberius.It was a chao
20AD, around early January, Palatine Hill*Pitter-patter* *Pitter-patter*'Is it possible for the sky to mourn?' Lepidus wondered, gazing up at the dark sky.His black hair is drenched with rainwater.He squinted against the rain, his eyes red-rimmed from crying. 'The air smells of damp earth...' he sniffled.His broken heart tightened. 'The sky is dark, and it's weeping.'He touched his chest, as if to soothe the ache within.*Pitter-patter* *Pitter-patter*The sound of the raindrops hitting the cobblestones created a melancholic melody that echoed Lepidus's sorrow.*Splosh* *Splosh*The twelve-year-old boy stood in the rain-soaked streets of Rome, where citizens of every social class rushed past.His dirty red tunica clinging to his thin little frame. His brown, tattered cape offered little protection from the downpour.He was barefoot and shivering. His teeth chattered, and his lips trembled as he spoke to himself."The sky is crying like me," he whispered. He stood there for a wh
17AD, still around May, Palatine HillThe emperor had sent a messenger ahead of time to his palace to announce their arrival to the people of Rome."Io triumphe!" "Waaaaahhhh!", the sudden outburst of people made Germanicus and his company a bit startled.They've only just stepped inside the city.*Clack* *Clack*"Io io io!" "Roma victoria!"But it is to be expected, since the people of Rome have longed for the campaign to finish.It is still spring, but it feels warmer, there is not even a single breeze.The sudden surge of people in Palatine city, who came from different parts of Rome, makes it feel a bit suffocating."Waaaaah!" "Vivas Roma!"The city is thick with the smells of fresh bread, incense smoke and different kinds of people's sweat; it is assaulting their senses.But the people who gathered to catch a glimpse of their victorious general ignored it.They are more interested in what they see—the triumphal procession that's currently happening.It was a very lavish parade. I
17AD, around May, the middle of spring. Ravenna port-land and naval military baseFollowing their battle at the Weser river, Germanicus's forces journeyed back to Vetera castrum.But making a poignant detour first to Teutoburg forest to pay tribute to the fallen Roman soldiers.And to finally retrieve the three aquilae of the three fallen legions.Later, once they arrived at the castrum, they received a message from the imperial messenger.A decree from Emperor Tiberius Julius Caesar Augustus, telling them to return to their base at Ravenna port.Germanicus then led his troops from Vetera to Ravenna city after thorough preparations. But still, the travel was a grueling and intricate one.The general had to navigate through Germania's treacherous terrain.Avoiding hostile Germanic tribes and skirmishes along the way.The journey involved multiple stages and different modes of transportation.A combination of riverboats and land travel, with careful detours to evade danger zones.With t
**"The naming culture of Ancient Rome is a bit complicated, to say the least…"**Their naming convention varied between boys and girls.When a baby boy was born, he was given a birth name.And if he was born into a noble or imperial family, he would also receive additional names aside from his birth name to reflect his family connections.They add these names to emulate past predecessors.In the hopes for these younglings to grow, mirroring the same respect and power that their ancestors once had.This was also true if he was adopted into a new family.In contrast, girls typically received only one personal name, often a feminine version of a family name or a name that reflected their family's heritage.Unless they were adopted or married into a new family, girls do not typically receive additional names.**"Then here comes the Julio-Claudian dynasty."**The current ruling family, or the imperial family.Which produced the former emperor that adopted the now-current emperor.Originate
The year is 16 AD. Around November or December. Weser River.The proud Germanic tribe, renowned for their ferocity in battle, had long been a thorn in the side of the Roman Empire.It is said that they are hard to conquer.Their muscular physiques, honed from years of hunting, warfare, and hard labor, made them formidable opponents.Moreover, the tribe's warfare strategy, focused on swift raids to capture resources and secure prestige, was both their greatest strength and most crippling weakness.But that's not all the reasons why they are not easy to subdue.It's also because of their territory terrain. Germania wasn't the easiest land to conquer: no cities, no roads, lots of small villages, big forests, large marshes, and harsh and long winters, making it a formidable task for any would-be conqueror.This time, fate seemed to be against the Germanic tribe. Autumn's chill was in the air, a brief respite from the brutal winters that normally protected their lands.Seizing this window
The date is January 24, 41 AD."Traitors! Die!", a praetorian guard, wearing a steel helmet with a horsehair crest, shouted, his voice echoing off the tunnel walls.He swung his gladius wildly, the blade glinting in the flickering torchlight; a scorpion emblem was visible on his tunica militaris, while the discarded wooden scabbard lay abandoned on the tunnel floor.It was two versus seven people.It's a hopeless situation, and yet, the guard brandishing his gladius still bravely attacks and goads the seven attackers.The only other guard that's with him is guarding someone and is unable to move.*CLANG* *CLANG*"Aaaaaaaahhhhhhgggg!!!!!!", another praetorian guard, but from the attacking side, with no helmet but also wearing a white tunica militaris with a narrow purple stripe, bumped his shield to the guard wielding a gladius.*CLANG* *CLASH* *THUD*The scene is unusual as the guards who were supposed to be in the same team are attacking each other.*CLASH* *SCREECH* *CLANK* *THUD*A
The date is January 24, 41 AD."Traitors! Die!", a praetorian guard, wearing a steel helmet with a horsehair crest, shouted, his voice echoing off the tunnel walls.He swung his gladius wildly, the blade glinting in the flickering torchlight; a scorpion emblem was visible on his tunica militaris, while the discarded wooden scabbard lay abandoned on the tunnel floor.It was two versus seven people.It's a hopeless situation, and yet, the guard brandishing his gladius still bravely attacks and goads the seven attackers.The only other guard that's with him is guarding someone and is unable to move.*CLANG* *CLANG*"Aaaaaaaahhhhhhgggg!!!!!!", another praetorian guard, but from the attacking side, with no helmet but also wearing a white tunica militaris with a narrow purple stripe, bumped his shield to the guard wielding a gladius.*CLANG* *CLASH* *THUD*The scene is unusual as the guards who were supposed to be in the same team are attacking each other.*CLASH* *SCREECH* *CLANK* *THUD*A...
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