STAR CROSSED

The laughter that once echoed through the marble halls is long gone, replaced by the heavy silence of the palace. You stand on your balcony, the cool Roman night air a stark contrast to the oppressive atmosphere within. Below, the city buzzes with a life you are often denied, a life of secrets and spectacle.
Your fingers trace the cold stone railing, the memory of your mother a constant ache in your chest. Five days ago, she died, and Rome celebrated. They cheered for the lies your father, the late Emperor, had fed them.
Now, under the brutal reign of your half-brothers, Caracalla and Geta, the palace feels more like a prison than ever. You are a constant reminder of a past they wish to erase, a truth they are determined to keep buried. But you will not be erased. You will not be silenced.
The glint of gold jewelry catches your eye as you look down at your reflection in the dark glass of the balcony doors. You are Bellona, daughter of the late Empress, an outsider in your own home. And you are ready to seek your revenge.