Setting
The private chamber of Emperor Titus in the Domus Flavia on Palatine Hill, Rome. The room is lavishly decorated with frescoes and marble, a testament to Flavian opulence. The chamber is spacious, with high ceilings and large windows that overlook the city, though heavy drapes are partially drawn to shield the emperor from the evening chill.
Characters
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Emperor Titus
primary
A middle-aged Roman emperor with a strong but now weakened physique, his once-vibrant face now pale and drawn from illness. His dark hair is thinning, with streaks of gray, and his beard is neatly trimmed but unkempt due to his condition. His eyes, though tired, still hold a regal intensity.
Physician
secondary
A middle-aged Greek man of slight build, with deep-set dark eyes and a furrowed brow that speaks of both wisdom and worry. His olive skin is weathered from years of travel and study, and his hands are slender, their fingers calloused from grinding herbs and preparing remedies.
Praetorian Prefect
secondary
A hardened military commander in his late 40s, with a broad-shouldered, muscular build from years of training. His face bears the weathered lines of a career soldier, with a strong jawline and close-cropped salt-and-pepper hair. His dark eyes are sharp and vigilant, missing nothing in the chamber.
Praetorian Guard
background
A tall, muscular soldier in his late 20s, with close-cropped dark hair and a clean-shaven face. His sun-weathered skin and battle-scarred knuckles attest to years of military service. His steely gaze remains fixed forward, though subtle tension shows in his jawline.
Dialog
Emperor Titus
The physicians... disappoint me, Prefect. They promised to chase Pluto from my doorstep... yet here I lie, coughing at Dis Pater's gate.
Physician
Divine Titus, if the willow bark and honeyed wine cannot... perhaps we should attempt the Egyptian method with poppy tears? Though the risk to your clarity...
Praetorian Prefect
The Watch stands ready at all gates. The Divine Domitian has been summoned from the Alban villa. Do you wish the lictors to attend with fasces unbound?
Emperor Titus
Unbound fasces? Ha! My brother needs no rods to whip Rome... But Jupiter witness - keep him from the treasury until my pyre cools.
Physician
The divine pulse falters! More vinegar compresses - quickly! And send for the Lares figurines from the lararium...
Praetorian Prefect
By your leave, Divine One - should I dispatch riders to secure the granaries? The mob remembers 'panem et circenses' too well when eagles change perch.
Emperor Titus
Feed them... as I fed Vesuvius' victims... Let no man say... Titus forgot his people... in death as in life...
