It is not long now. Tonight, I hope, will be my last. Tonight the guards will give me peace, and I can pass on, leaving the depravity of this world behind. Rome may think I am dying of starvation at my own hand, but if ever they are to know, it was not I, but they who are killing me.
I shall stop writing and dispose of these parchments. I need not have Tiberius find them. Surely if he did he would condemn what is left of my family to a similar dissolute place. My dying wish, as I pass on from this life, is that my sons may rule; that they may be called Emperor. For then true pure blood shall rule this empire once more. That is my final prayer.
Agrippina the Elder
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