Eight months later
Drusilla felt her face grow red as she watched her brother and Caesonia. She knew she shouldn't have let him near that woman. Now that whore was to be Empress while she, Julia Drusilla, oldest child of Agrippina and Germanicus, beloved one-formerly beloved one-of Emperor Caligula was left with nothing. It isn't fair she thought to herself over and over, as she watched her brother attempt to grope Caesonia's breasts, only to have his hand batted away. I have done everything for him from the day he was born. I never pushed him away like that; I love him. I need him. That woman just married him because he's the Emperor. She's had every other man in Rome, but she won't let me have my brother. She doesn't deserve him. She doesn't deserve to touch him, to hold him, to…She doesn't deserve anything. She doesn't even deserve to die horribly and become a martyr. She doesn't even deserve my thinking about her. That stupid, giggling, phony, teasing little-
"I'm going to take a walk in the garden, Caligula" she announced, unable to watch any more.
"Oh, all right, Drusilla" he mumbled distractedly, still trying to get his hand past the top of Caesonia's loosely draped garment. Drusilla walked away as quickly as she could without being too obvious, but she was just able to hear Caesonia stage-whisper something to Gaius, making him laugh with far more venom than Drusilla remembered him having. She walked to the massive enclosed area where her tiger was kept, since it had grown large enough to cause damage, not to mention a scratch on Drusilla's arm that extended from her shoulder to her elbow. She tried to look for her dear little kitten amongst the imported trees, but to no avail.
"Darling" she whispered, embarrassed that the once future Empress of Rome was left with no one but a tiger to talk to "come here, darling, Drusilla's here"
Nothing happened. She reasoned that it was probably asleep, that it hadn't heard her, and that if it knew how much she needed it, it would be there. Nevertheless, she banged her fist against the side of the enclosure before falling to the ground sobbing wretchedly.