𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐀, with honeyed eyes that narrow at his words, whispers : ❛ you wish to be adored, yet you rule through fear. ❜ the people on the streets strave but instead geta has adorned yet another circus for them to attend, & though he’s draped it in gilded promises for the greatness of rome, for the sanctity of its empire — all fortuna could think is that he sounds foolish to sing his songs as she, the hostage, stands against the column. ❛ you know the people bow to you out of fear. not out of love. ❜ — & as she turns away from him, the faint scent of his wine stronger than his conviction, fortuna curls her fingers & her mind ablaze at why he’d care for her opinion as if it mattered at all to him. ❛ — you’re a fool to think otherwise. ❜ @goldengeta