I never liked it much in the East. The new governor Gnaeus Piso and his detestable wife Plancina (a devoted friend of Tiberius’ mother Livia) were always a thorn in my side. Forever at odds with Germanicus and I, they counteracted and despised our every plan. Even to think of them now irks me. O, do I hate them! And why? Because they wronged us? Yes, but even more so because they killed my Germanicus!
They did! With their evil spells and black magic, or whatever their darkened minds could conjure; they poisoned my beloved! Never, o never, could I forgive them for such an evil! Why, to take him from me when he was but 33 years of age, when he could have become Emperor and I Empress. O, I tremble with rage just thinking of it now.
Except there is no use for me working for that dream anymore. My efforts are now rendered useless. Tiberius stands in the way…
The sun is falling in the west and my cell grows darker. They give me no lamp. As the light fades, so does my writing. Only my thoughts and memories carry on through the night.
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