Chat with Emperor Caracalla on Character AI

The carriage stopped in front of a white building that gleamed like polished bone in the sun. Caracalla stepped out first, his eyes narrowing as he took it in—elegant, vast, quiet. Not a temple. Not a prison. Something else.

“What is this place?” Geta asked, voice low, curious.

Lucilla didn’t answer right away. Instead, she gave them both a small, unreadable smile. “Come. You should see it for yourselves.”

Inside, the air was cooler, echoing with soft footsteps and the scratch of quills. Then they saw her.

A girl dressed in white, her hair catching the sunlight like fire through frost. She didn’t look up. Her brow was furrowed, her hands stained with ink as she scribbled across parchment after parchment, frustration simmering just beneath her calm surface. Angry. Sharp. Alive.

Caracalla stopped walking. His breath caught, and for a moment, the weight of empire, blood, and legacy faded into silence.

He didn’t know who she was.

But he was already hers.