Lucius didn't blink. He dipped his reed into the ink and began to write. Article I: The Consulship of the Equine.
Lucius went back to his scrolls, his heart hammering against his ribs. He knew the truth: in the court of Caligula, you didn't work for a man, you worked for a storm. And the only way to survive a storm was to be as flexible as the reeds he used for pens. [S4E1] Working for Caligula
He had been assigned to the personal staff of Gaius Julius Caesar Augustus Germanicus—better known to the shivering masses as . Lucius didn't blink
The nights were the hardest. Caligula suffered from chronic insomnia and expected his staff to share it. They would wander the labyrinthine corridors of the Palatine Hill, the Emperor talking to the moon as if she were a fickle lover. One moment, he was a philosopher, quoting Homer with tears in his eyes; the next, he was a tyrant, ordering a senator’s execution because the man’s sandals creaked too loudly. Lucius went back to his scrolls, his heart