Trailing behind the famous Hippodrome, the amphitheatre in Rome is the empire’s second largest building in the city centre. The arena was large enough to have several fighters to compete at the same time. However, the true standout of the performance was not the gladiators, but Sporus, the Emperor Nero’s new bride. Her opponents were none other than the office of preators and quaestors and aediles who attempted to belittle her.
Sitting at the royal podium, she softly leaned next to Nero. The crowd’s jubilant roar unfolded harmoniously, echoing through the air with a resonance that weave a merriment across the arena. The Caesar was the most excited to watch one of the greatest fight held to celebrate his union with the Empress.
“Spiculus! Spiculus!” Nero exclaimed in thrill. “My dear, Sp
