I Claudia -

Title: The Stammerer Speaks

Because now I am Emperor. Not by ambition—never that. By exhaustion. By the simple, brutal math of murder. They have run out of killers and victims, and only the "Claudius" remains. i claudia

I, Claudia, have kept ledgers of grief. I have translated my husband's apologies into grocery lists. I have turned my daughter's rebellions into folded laundry. No one crowns the woman who holds the roof up during the storm. They only notice when the rain gets in. Title: The Stammerer Speaks Because now I am Emperor

So let them call me quiet. Let them call me cold. I am the archive of this family. Every bruise, every birthday, every betrayal—filed behind these tired eyes. When I die, they will search my drawers for gold and find only receipts. But the story? The real story? By the simple, brutal math of murder

I, Claudia—wife, mother, woman of a certain invisible age—stand at the window and watch the world walk past without me.