[s4e1] Working For Caligula -

The nights were the hardest. Caligula suffered from chronic insomnia and expected his staff to share it. They would wander the labyrinthine corridors of the Palatine Hill, the Emperor talking to the moon as if she were a fickle lover. One moment, he was a philosopher, quoting Homer with tears in his eyes; the next, he was a tyrant, ordering a senator’s execution because the man’s sandals creaked too loudly.

Lucius didn't blink. He dipped his reed into the ink and began to write. Article I: The Consulship of the Equine. [S4E1] Working for Caligula

"Gather the spoils!" Caligula screamed over the roar of the surf. The nights were the hardest

He had been assigned to the personal staff of Gaius Julius Caesar Augustus Germanicus—better known to the shivering masses as . One moment, he was a philosopher, quoting Homer

Lucius’s first day began in the throne room. Caligula wasn't sitting; he was pacing, draped in a silk robe that cost more than Lucius’s entire village. Beside the throne stood a horse——decked out in a collar of sparkling emeralds.