Can you imagine her appearance there? Her back straight and her cloak falling across her shoulders. Can you hear the gasps and the ripples of conversation that became a hum when thousands were whispering all at once? All those eyes directly on Agrippina. Do you think she smiled and waved and said hi to her pals in the good seats? Or did she sit cold and regal and intimidating, radiating majesty? I think the latter. I think she sat cool and calm and unsmiling, grandeur leaking out of her every pore. As imperial as a mint. Like Jadis in The Magician’s Nephew, she gave no one a second to doubt
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