Redsand Canyon maiestas

The unfortunate thing, though, was Aquillius had been struck. 

And he didn’t appreciate it.

He had been trying to line himself up with what Germanicus wanted, but he was merely a potato, and potatoes weren’t known for standing on their end. Thankfully, he was bottom heavy enough to flop back and generally stare at Cornelius, gobsmacked at the audacity it took to strike at him

Why, the nerve.

And then! And then!

Father! Betrayed him!

Aquillius let out a complaint, trying to stumble forward to get at his brother for the strike. This was unacceptable!