March 3, 2007
Livia, tight lipped, hair in a bun, flowers twisted in a wreath and pinned along her brow, that old queen of Rome. She felt sure she’d be a goddess, revered and feared. It never occurred to her that it was she the public hated. She lived in a world of stone thrones and pillared halls. Her features were rendered thousands of times in busts. A god ought to be able to frighten a man to death. Aconite, though not ideal, works effectively to kill. Some say lead poisoning ruined the kingdom. The great casks of wine leached through with poison.