Death of Emperor Trajan
Emperor Trajan lies on his deathbed in a seaside villa, surrounded by his physicians and advisors, including Hadrian. They discuss succession plans as Trajan's health rapidly declines.
Setting
seaside villa in Selinus, overlooking the Mediterranean, with marble columns and mosaic floors, spacious but stifling in the summer heat
Characters
Emperor Trajan
primary
A once robust and towering figure, now weakened by illness, Trajan lies propped on cushions, his broad shoulders sagging. His face is lined with age and pain, but his deep-set eyes retain their sharp, piercing quality. His once well-groomed beard is now unkempt, and his short-cropped hair is streaked with gray. Despite his frailty, there is an unmistakable air of authority about him.
Hadrian
primary
A man in his early 40s with a lean, athletic build, olive skin, and sharp features. His short, dark beard is meticulously trimmed in the Roman fashion, and his piercing grey eyes reflect both intelligence and restraint. His posture is upright with military precision, though his shoulders show the slight tension of suppressed emotion.
Chief Physician
secondary
A middle-aged Greek man with a lean, wiry frame, deep-set eyes, and a neatly trimmed beard. His hands are calloused from years of medical practice, and his olive skin is weathered from years of travel across the empire.
Senior Advisor
secondary
Elderly statesman in his late 60s, with a gaunt but dignified frame. His thinning white hair is combed neatly back, and his sharp features bear the marks of decades of political service. A prominent aquiline nose and deeply set eyes give him a penetrating gaze.
Assistant Physician
background
A young slave in his late teens, slight of build with wiry arms from years of menial labor. His olive skin is flushed from the villa's oppressive heat, and his dark eyes are downcast to avoid meeting the gaze of his superiors. Short, curly black hair clings to his damp forehead.
Dialog
Emperor Trajan
Hadrian... you shall guard the frontiers as I have taught you. Let not the Senate... (pauses, grimacing) ...let not the Senate mistake patience for weakness.
Hadrian
By my oath to Jupiter and Rome, your boundaries will stand firm.
Chief Physician
The pulse weakens further, dominus. We must prepare the... (glances at Hadrian) ...ritual unguents.
Emperor Trajan
Enough of physicians and their whispers. Leave us.
Hadrian
The eagle standard from Dacia – should it remain with the Legio X Fretensis?
Emperor Trajan
Aye... and have them... (coughs) ...have them sacrifice a black bull to Dis Pater when you return.
Hadrian
It will be done. Rest now, Caesar.