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LOVE AND HONOR: The Mad Emperor (BL) Whispers in the Shadows
The time was very late, the night stretching long and still, like a canvas of blackness waiting to be filled. The air was cool, yet heavy, thick with the scent of moist earth after rain. It clung to Agrippina's whole being, like a damp shroud, mingling with the distant tang of the Tiber river. The river's gentle flow was a reminder of the city's lifeblood, its soft gurgling seeming to breathe secrets of its own, concealing the tension in the air. The moon, now a crescent in the dark sky, indicated that the rain would not fall for the rest of the night, despite being in season. It cast an eerie glow over the Roman streets, its pale light twisting silhouettes into living things. Agrippina's footsteps broke the silence, her heels tapping rhythmically on the rough cobblestones. The flickering flames of the torches cast ghostly outlines along the walls, and every whisper of the wind seemed to echo with the city's unspoken secrets. She felt like an intrusion into the quiet, d
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-14LOVE AND HONOR: The Mad Emperor (BL) Darkness Closed In
The night had stretched on, slipping into vigilia tertia, and the weight of the quiet hour seemed to press down even more heavily on Plancina. Her steps echoed through the empty streets, the cold air biting at her skin. She was losing control, and with each passing moment, the unease in her chest only deepened. Her gaze flickered to the shadows, every movement sending a jolt of panic through her. She was waiting for Sejanus. Where is he? She thought, biting her lip in frustration. She wrapped her arms around herself, her fingers trembling despite her best attempts to remain composed. An hour had passed since the messenger departed. Her mind, frantic with worry, couldn't quiet the question that continued to swirl. Why my husband is not in the Tullianum prison? But the more she pondered, the more she realized—she was actually relieved that he wasn't there. Had Piso been there when Agrippina arrived, the entire scheme might have unraveled. Agrippina, ever sharp, could have pried
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-14LOVE AND HONOR: The Mad Emperor (BL) Caligula's Monochrome Reverie
The Year is 23 AD August 17 two weeks before Caligula's 12 BirthdateCaligula, a young boy of eleven, closed his eyes as he slept, his chest rising and falling in a measured rhythm...And then, he dreamed..In this state of unreality, he found himself in a plain, gray world.Monochromatic.It's been his world as far as he can remember, even in reality—after waking up from an intense fever years ago. He remembered bawling his eyes out, trying to shake it off in his eyes.It's uncomfortable.But he learned to accept it as his new reality—slowly and overtime. He learned to adapt. Because he realized that, he was powerless to fight such an enigma.It's a force of nature.And even if he could fight it, he wouldn't know how.He's only a kid.Incapable of anything.Caligula closed his eyes and readied himself for the intrusion of the bright light coming from the sun, a habit he developed to protect his defective vision.As he shut his eyes, his other senses seemed to be heightened.The wind b
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-17LOVE AND HONOR: The Mad Emperor (BL) The Gods in the Scrolls
One week after the dream...Caligula sat in the tutor's chambers, located within his grandmother Antonia's villa urbana, where they had been residing since his father's death.He glanced around the airy space.The room carried the scent of aged papyrus and hardened wax tablets, making it feel smaller than it was—almost confining.And yet, it was a mess. Stacks of scrolls and tablets were scattered everywhere.It was said that this room held the wealth of classical Roman knowledge, but to pile it all up as if it were nothing more than discarded clothing?Caligula couldn't help but show a hint of distaste in his eyes............For the first time in years, he could express his emotions again. Was it because of that dream—when his father telling him to wake up?The eleven year old boy didn't know. It had been too long.But he remembered being aware of his surroundings, of what was happening, and it felt like as if his soul had been a mere spectator, trapped within his own body. He had
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-17LOVE AND HONOR: The Mad Emperor (BL) The Boy who Stumbled
Vipsania Julia Agrippina.Regal.Commanding.A colossus.Sounds of her footsteps echoing at the mosaic floor.The air itself seemed to crackle around her as she stopped and stood just a few steps away from the doorway. The scent of her expensive perfume, sharp and floral—filling the tutor's chamber.Her expression was a carefully crafted mask of fury.Agrippina's presence overwhelmed the room in an instant, as she surveyed the state of the room's disarray. Her face gradually twisted in displeasure.Julia sprang up from her seat first."Mother!" She rushed towards her mother without hesitation, grasping the hem of her white palla, which covered her black stola, and hid behind Agrippina.Caligula followed suit.His steps were slower, more unsure—while his eyes searched for his mother's face.He can only make out her almost white hair that seems to shine from the brightness of the morning sun that's coming from the wide open window.Caligula knew she was blond.But he hasn't seen any colo
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-19LOVE AND HONOR: The Mad Emperor (BL) White Wild Flower
Lepidus had long since discovered that the goddess from three years ago, was.... in fact, a boy.It took one year of watching the goddess whenever they appear at public processions, and finally asking people, to learn that.. and also to find out his name.Caligula. A nickname that the soldiers gave the boy, after hearing him sing in his father's military camp.He felt somewhat proud of these small achievements... which is a big deal to Lepidus.A fifteen year old boy. A half slave and half noble... having this kind of resourcefulness..It started as a simple curiosity, perhaps a bit more.. he's not sure.What truly captured his interest was Caligula's vacant, withdrawn look, the same one he'd witnessed years ago at the boy's father's funeral.His resemblance to a goddess's statue—slightly long golden blond hair, piercing blue eyes, which was disturbingly empty—was striking.Yes, just like a sculpture. Unmoving, uncanny. Years had passed, and Caligula still held that same expression, f
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-26LOVE AND HONOR: The Mad Emperor (BL) Tu es meum Deus
"Lepidus..." the boy parroted his name, the sound lingering in the air, a soft echo against the hum of the forum. "Lepidus..."A strange smile played on Caligula's lips, a curve that didn't quite reach his eyes, leaving them cold and distant. "Hmmm... So, Lepidus... do you know me?"The question hung in the air, a subtle challenge.Lepidus suddenly felt a strange compulsion to explain himself, to justify his presence.But he remained stupefied, his tongue heavy, held captive by the boy's blue eyes that were trained on him.Now that he was closer, and a sense of ease began to settle over him, he found something oddly disconcerting.That even though the boy's gaze was fixed on him, there was a strange lack of focus, a sense of his attention drifting, like a phantom limb.But when Caligula's attention shifted to the drawings, he noticed a subtle change.The small circles in his eyes, the pupils, dilated and contracted, reflecting a flicker of genuine interest, a spark of life that was ab
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-27LOVE AND HONOR: The Mad Emperor (BL) One More Anything
The night air sat thick and warm over Caligula's grandmother's estates.A cloying embrace of summer that made the walls of the villa feel too close, the ceilings too low.The open windows did little to ease the heat, only allowing in the distant hum of cicadas and the occasional whisper of wind that smelled of dry earth and sun-warmed vineyards.The beeswax candles on Caligula's bedside table flickered weakly, its light stretching shadows across the mosaic floor.He sat upright on his bed, the thin linen cold sheets tangled at his feet, his restless mind refusing him sleep.In his mind, the scrolls lay open. The illustrations of the Gods were alive.Their faces, sharp and unwavering, gazed back at him, as if they knew something that he didn't.Jupiter's stern, bearded visage, Mars' angry glare.He wanted to run back to the tutor's chamber and take the scrolls, to further scrutinize them.Caligula had never seen a real face before. Not truly. Well maybe?....Maybe, in the past, but he
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LOVE AND HONOR: The Mad Emperor (BL) Where The Gods Don't Watch
He felt cold.Not the kind that the wind brings.The kind that lives inside you.It started in his fingertips and moved inward, curling like smoke into his chest, into his spine.It's freezing.His hands still held the goblets—no, one goblet was already on the ground.It rolled.Just one now. Golden. Still full. Sticky. Sweet.Suddenly someone was there.Kneeling in front of him. That familiar scent of mint.Shielding his eyes from the gruesome sight. Even though he couldn’t see the face of the dead.Only that, it was now drowning on a black liquid. Not moving.Drusus’ voice was echoing in his ears.. 'What was it that he said?' he tried to remember.'To twelve years of divine promise?'.It was like the voice echoing in his head was being spoken under the water.Incoherent. Like a gurgle. But loud.Suddenly, he heard a voice before he saw the face.Coherent. Pulling him back.He recognized the smell, the voice. The one he was waiting for.Lepidus."Breathe in," Lepidus said. "Come on.
LOVE AND HONOR: The Mad Emperor (BL) The Hortus
The sun had gone down.But Lepidus’s eyes, trained to see in the dark, still picked out the rocky path without a torch.He already memorized this road, a dozen, no, a hundred times.He jogged uphill toward the gates of Antonia’s villa urbana, his worn saccus bouncing against his back with every step.Scrolls rustled inside. Ink, charcoal. His drawing materials.Although there is one scroll that was already finished, mixed among them.More important than the rest.A portrait.His best yet. Of him. His goddess.The handprint on his cheek had almost faded completely, save for a small patch of a bruise too faint to see easily.Only if one looked closely. His body, too, was almost healed.He tugged at the frayed strap of the saccus, grimacing.He should’ve left the other scrolls behind, carried only that one drawing—the one he’d poured his time, his breath, his heart into.His gift.But he thought, ‘What if Caligula didn't like it? And asked him to draw another?’The patched leather dug in
LOVE AND HONOR: The Mad Emperor (BL) Poisoned Goblet
Caligula sat at the center of the wide hortus, blank-faced.Guests arrived, one after another. He felt uncomfortable.They brought gifts.A miniature bronze dagger, a carved wooden horse, scrolls tied with ribbon, and delicacies from all over the Roman Empire.He nodded. Thanked them.Forgot their presence the moment they turned away.Blurry. Black and white.He couldn't even tell the color of their robes.But truly—he was relieved.The sun was finally setting.'I can finally get out of here...' Caligula sighed.The orange glow nearly gone—though to him, it was nothing but a very bright, stabbing white that hurt his eyes.He could finally stop squinting now. Sighing again, he looked around.Still hazy. Still gray.'I'm tired of it...' he thought.Caligula felt like a statue on his own birthday.His detailed wooden chair, although comfortable, made him feel uneasy inside.Guests greeted him and then passed by. Their voices came too softly.He could feel them staring at him.Maybe smilin
LOVE AND HONOR: The Mad Emperor (BL) Speculum Mulierum
August 31, 23 AD-Caligula's birthday party.The air was thick with the kind of laughter that only comes when people are trying far too hard.'Too hard.' Plancina thought. Pretending at grace. Playing at power.Antonia's villa urbana sprawled across the Palatine with the smug quiet of power—close enough to hear the forum's echoing debates drift up on the wind, but distant enough that no uninvited footsteps ever reached its gates.Her hortus had been transformed.Lyres and flutes echoed through the air.Garlands of roses were draped over every surface, their sharp perfume slicing through the honeyed scent of spilled wine and ripe figs.Citrus trees in painted pots lined the paths like sentries—their branches heavy with fruit, straining under too much sweetness.Even the statues—Venus, Minerva, a slightly too-smirking Apollo—seemed to disapprove, their marble gazes cool and aloof, as though the whole affair were far too extravagant for their taste.It was too much—especially for a child,
LOVE AND HONOR: The Mad Emperor (BL) Five Steps Ahead
The dimly lit tabernae, tucked deep in the heart of Rome, was a haven for those seeking refuge from the scorching sun—and from the law.The room was cold and bare, not a place for pleasantries—only secrets and threats.No torches lined the walls. Only a small oil lamp flickered on the table, casting shadows that danced like ghosts.The air was thick with the smell of wine and sweat, and the sounds of raucous laughter and clinking glasses filled the atmosphere.Outside, Volcanalia still raged, but inside, it felt as though the world had stopped.Arminius, disguised as an old beggar, limped toward the entrance.Cloaked, hooded, tall—his back stooped, his step uneven. Yet his posture remained deliberate, coiled, like a wolf pretending to be weak.He scanned the room, his gaze meeting the eyes of those inside. Conversations faltered; people measured the beggar who had entered.He ignored them.Only one person mattered.Sejanus. The snake.He had sent him a message earlier, once he stepped
LOVE AND HONOR: The Mad Emperor (BL) Nonius Asprenas
It had been a while since Asprenas and his two classmates had entered the Circus Maximus.They’d weaved through the throng of sweaty, noisy bodies with the ease of experts until they reached their designated seats.The rest of their classmates were already there, mingling with noble boys and girls Asprenas recognized.Then, his attention snapped to the arena—drawn instantly to the fight between the murmillo and the thracian—both gladiators—as he sat down.The air reverberated with a deafening crash as the two gladiators’ weapons collided, the sound of shattering steel echoing through the arena.BOOM BOOM BOOMHe couldn’t help but shout—momentarily forgetting Caligula, who was supposed to be trailing behind them.Asprenas cheered, immediately joining the roaring crowd.His blood surged with excitement.Then the fast-moving thracian stepped back, danced around the heavy, sturdy shield of the murmillo, looking for a way to attack.“Gracchus! Gracchus!” The well-built murmillo roared in re
LOVE AND HONOR: The Mad Emperor (BL) Where Blue Crashes Into Green
Truth be told...When Lepidus followed Caligula into the Circus Maximus, he was still unsure.The initial surge of bravery he'd felt while chasing after the boy now seemed fragile—easily shattered by the overwhelming reality of his situation.He didn’t know what he would say if he managed to get close.If he could get close.And he didn’t know what to do once he was near.If he could even get near.It was all obstacles. One after another.Could he really just show up unannounced and speak to Caligula as if it were the most natural thing in the world?Could he?"That's..." He slowed, doubt creeping in as he neared the entrance. "...That's being shameless. I suppose."He didn’t want Caligula’s friends—especially Asprenas, the silver-eyed boy—to look down on him.No, worse. He didn’t want them to look down on Caligula for speaking to someone like him.He knew they’d lift their brows. Just one glance, and they’d know.Tattered cape. Dirty tunic. Sand-worn leather sandals.And the smell. S
LOVE AND HONOR: The Mad Emperor (BL) Roar of the Maximus
Volcanalia.The summer's fire festival. Scorching. Blazingly hot.The streets of Rome pulsed with life, feverish under the August sun.Some threw live fish and other small livestock onto the flames—offerings to Vulcan, god of fire and forge.Others, hung damp tunics under the blistering sky, hoping they'd dry before the midday haze set in.Vendors barked over one another, shoving trays of glistening olives and bruised figs toward anyone who passed.Somewhere, a trumpet split the air.A signal.The final munera was about to begin.The last spectacle of the Volcanalia.They were calling the people now—to gather at the Circus Maximus, where blades would flash, and blood would spill in rhythm with the crowd's roar.Those already on the way broke into a run.Even from the subura, where Marcus's insula and the merchants' thermopolia stood, the roar of anticipation reached the rooftops.Such was the pull of the munera.Rome's favorite escape.A theater of violence, designed to pacify. Distrac
LOVE AND HONOR: The Mad Emperor (BL) Caput Mundi Roma
Under the reign of Emperor Tiberius, the Roman Empire stood at the height of its power—prosperous and disciplined.Or so it seemed.In truth, Rome's golden age had not been secured by Tiberius, but by the foresight and reforms of his predecessor.The former Emperor Augustus—clever, calculating, and farsighted—had set in motion a structure so sound that it continued to flourish long after his death.His arrangements. His institutions. His people.But the common masses didn't know that.They feared Tiberius—afraid to probe too deeply.So they let themselves be blinded.Too busy with their everyday lives to care anymore. They had been suppressed...His severity, the treason trials, the constant executions—coupled with deep mistrust and festering paranoia—made the people feel as though they were always being watched.It was one of the reasons public interest in Agrippina's political processions had slowly waned. Like that time in the Roman forum just days ago.And beyond all else, there w
