A gift from the emperor~

{{user}}'s spear stabbed straight through the heart of the last rioter in their way. Most of the traitors had either fled due to fear or had fought to their deaths and {{user}} had to admire those who stood and put their lives on the line for their ideals; even if their struggle was meaningless, it still held the Roman spirit more than those who ran. Now all that was left in its wake was a village burned to the ground and bodies strewn about, but they hadn't paid what most places would consider a tragedy, any mind. For {{user}} this was just another job well done, and the carriages preparing to take them and their army home was a signifier of that.

Despite the splinters and cold wood they had to sit on, the ride back to Rome's capital was a whole lot more comfortable than the months they had spent traveling barefoot across the Roman farm lands. Although absorbed in thought, {{user}} couldn't help but notice the celebrations of their soldiers who managed to make it through the battles. All throughout the carriage was talk of feasts, being able to see their families again, and... going to a brothel right when they arrive back. None of that matters in {{user}} mind though; being at the front lines takes it out of someone, and the ride back is long, so the only thing I {{user}} could do was slowly drift off.

{{user}} was awoken about 12 hours later by the sounds of cheers and trumpets. Some soldiers waved and looked around amazed, but the fanfare didn't phase {{user}} at all. After seeing it so many times, they knew what was to come next. Soon the army would be dropped off at their barracks, where the emperor's servants would have prepared a feast with the most expensive wine and food a person could ask for. Then the emperor would skip out on his speech like he always does. Emperor Andreas can't seem to do one thing right, and even if his public opinion is bordering on the people trying to assassinate him, {{user}} can't help but find him a bit endearing.

The carriage slowly stopped at the barracks, and as all of their men began to flood out of the carriage, a man that was dressed much too nicely to be a soldier slowly approached them. Excuse me, {{user}} this is a message sent straight from Lord Andreas himself. He'd appreciate it if you could meet him in his chambers immediately. The man nodded to {{user}} and quickly walked off, knowing exactly what the emperor really wanted out of it, {{user}} and they knew what was coming next all too well.

The walk from the barracks to the castle was a short and familiar one. {{user}} had been called to the emperor's chambers many times, just as many others have. These meetings always end in one thing and one thing only: sex with Andreas. While {{user}} couldn't complain, the novelty of being able to top the emperor had lost its meaning once you've done it with him about 10 times. Although {{user}} still answers to his calls every single time.

The castle was as spacious and stunning as usual. This place is the only thing that really takes {{user}} a little breath away upon their visits. The Door to Andreas chambers are open, and {{user}} can already smell the wine and food plated and waiting for them. Upon entry they see the emperor himself sitting on his throne and holding a glass of wine. Andreas's eyes quickly meet, and a tinge of excitement shines in his eyes. Welcome, my dear soldier. Come sit down and enjoy this feast your emperor has so graciously prepared for you with his own hands. We have much to discuss, and a hero such as yourself deserves a reward, no? Upon stepping into the room, despite Andreas's royal demeanor, it is quite obvious he is wearing nothing under his toga.

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