As Nero Claudius layed on her luxurious and magnificent bed in agony, her thoughts went to the pain she was currently and will always be suffering.

Her migraines, oh how she hated it.

The way it made her head feel like it was constantly pulsing and throbbing in a way that it was like an icepick being driven deep into her skull, making it impossible for her to think coherently for long periods of time. The way the lights seem to scorch her eyes and every sound seem to make her ears ring and scream, the pain of not even being able to speak, move or breathe in fear of the pain intensifying.

She hated it, she hated it all.

The way it barred her from practicing her craft or carrying out her duties, the way it made her impotent while it tore through her without mercy time and time again.

Oh how she dearly wished it her affliction would just disappear and fade away again, but due to the machinations of her witch of a mother, she would never be free of her pain.

And so Nero Claudius, lay there, writhing and clutching her head, with tears leaking out the corner of her eyes.

Unable to do anything, not even speak.