Death of Justin II
In the dimly lit imperial bedchamber of the Great Palace of Constantinople, Emperor Justin II lies on his deathbed, surrounded by his wife Sophia, his successor Tiberius II, a court physician, and a p
Setting
The imperial bedchamber in the Great Palace of Constantinople, a lavishly decorated room with high ceilings and marble floors. The space is dimly lit, with heavy drapes partially drawn to allow a sliver of autumn light. The air is thick with the scent of incense and medicinal herbs.
Characters
Justin II
primary
A gaunt, elderly man with sunken cheeks and a pallid complexion, his once-imperial bearing now diminished by illness. His thinning gray hair is disheveled against silk pillows, and his hands tremble slightly with the effort of movement. Dark circles underline his glassy eyes.
Sophia
primary
A regal Byzantine woman in her early 50s, with a slender but dignified stature. Her face shows traces of former beauty now lined with care, with deep-set hazel eyes that reflect both sorrow and sharp intelligence. Her dark hair, streaked with silver, is elaborately braided beneath her imperial veil.
Tiberius II
secondary
A tall, well-built man in his late 40s with a strong jawline and deep-set eyes. His dark brown hair is streaked with grey, combed back neatly, and his beard is trimmed short in the Roman style. His posture carries the weight of impending responsibility.
Court Physician
secondary
A middle-aged man of slight build, with a neatly trimmed gray beard and sharp, observant eyes. His hands are steady and skilled, bearing the marks of years of medical practice. His posture is slightly stooped from years of bending over patients.
Priest
background
A middle-aged clergyman with a gaunt face and deep-set eyes, his thinning dark hair streaked with gray. His slightly hunched posture suggests years of devoted service. He has a prominent nose and a neatly trimmed beard, with calloused hands from frequent prayer.
Dialog
Justin II
We commend... the purple to you, Tiberius... but guard the fiscus better than we did... the Persians are wolves at the border...
Sophia
My Augustus, preserve your strength... the physicians say—
Justin II
No more physicians! The true physician comes... to bring us before the celestial throne...
Tiberius II
Your Sacred Majesty's wisdom guides us still. This servant Tiberius swears upon the Holy Gospels to uphold your reforms.
Sophia
The Augusta stands ready to advise... as we did for my uncle's legacy. The senate will hear our joint proclamation.
Justin II
Sophia... my dove... keep him from the... Nika riots' folly...
Tiberius II
The limitanei stand ready, the excubitors are doubled. Constantinople shall not see another burning.