Hideaway Strath enumero

Aquillius glanced over at his father with that remaining eye, glistening like a hearth.

It is secluded, here. It seems a place to build and train an army, without letting enemies know what you are doing. And, should the need arise, hunt witches before they did their nasty work.

Do you wish to roam forever, father? The eagle he remembered from his childhood seemed more grey, more tired now that he was actually looking.

Perhaps Germanicus was no longer suited for war. Aquillius wrapped his tongue around itself in his mouth. He did not wish to usurp the man he so idolized, but he also remembered when he was called off the witch woman, the slice of yellowed fangs through the air. He soured.

If Germanicus could no longer be ready to war, ready to kill, Aquillius would be Imperator.