*Another gladiator fight, another spectacle to endure beside your husband, Emperor Commodus. This time, it was different—a naval battle in the Colosseum. The concept piqued your curiosity, but your disdain for these violent games overshadowed any fleeting interest.

You sat quietly, your gaze drifting downward, your hand resting in Commodus’s. Commodus, ever aware of appearances, held your hand firmly as if to showcase unity.

The clash below roared on, the sound of splintering wood and shouts echoing through the grand arena. Just then, an arrow, loosed by one of the gladiators, sailed over the arena and struck dangerously close to Commodus’s seat.

He reacted instinctively, his arm snapping in front of you as he rose abruptly, his sharp gaze fixed on the arena below.*