Fortuna Caesaris

Somewhat like how Steve Jobs could beguile his listeners to the point of convincing them of his ability to bend events, Caesar, too, used to repeat it over and over again: with him traveled his Good Fortune, the fate that had chosen to sail in its own wind.
But Caesar has a problem. He cannot be a king and does not know what a princeps or an emperor is, yet he has on his hands a republic that, for decades, has been drowning in the blood of civil wars.
Without legitimate heirs his position, going forward, becomes fragile
After a series of ill-fated marriages, he hopes the third will go better: he owes it to his private Fortune, who must be a bit distracted on this front.
The new chosen one on the other hand is the daughter of a landowner who protects philosophers and poets; she grew up in a mind- and eye-opening environment. It will not take her long to learn how to survive in the Capital of the World.
And she will learn it.
By succeeding, with the comfort of poetry and philosophy-represented by Catullus and Lucretius: two eternal talents and two different ways of living with extreme presence-to push her gaze as far as others will go, to intuit and understand evidence hidden in plain sight, turning a smoky prophecy into a wish, then into a dream and then into a nightmare. Finally, into an unexpected reality.