The boy Nero lives. His mother Agrippina has married her way to power, tangling the Emperor Claudius in her skirts.
The emperor may have a son and heir of his own, but Agrippina sees no obstacles to her ambition.
Rome is a path through a marsh, lit by torches. Those who walk it are always one step from disaster - and the road itself is treacherous, slippery with blood.
Claudius may have the world at his feet, but he has Agrippina in his bed.
