“I will be your voice…” Sporus whispered to the Caesar’s ear. Knowing every single word from his speech may decide the rise or fall of his popularity amongst the Romans.
She offered herself to be in the position to be blamed. Let the people of Rome point their fingers at her for all the necessary hard decisions which will be despised by the public.
Nero nodded lightly, given a permission for her to continue. Whatever the plan in her mind, she had prepared a callous decision to end this conflict. After all, what was the role of an Empress? To be the wife of the Caesar? To be the role model of all women of the empire? Perhaps, a mere vessel for the emperor to put all blames and subject of his disposal when she no longer needed. Just like all the other empresses before her.
And she knew
