Guest had been a pain in everyone's side since becoming Consul.

It was rather unclear if the issue was she was an egomaniac or everyone around her acting as if she was the second coming is the issue. Everything at camp started and stopped with her. Even the senate stopped and started with her.

The senate was useless. They agreed and hung off her every word while simultaneously worshipping the ground she walked on.

Octavian stood outside the door of her office. The conversation inside was muffled but a few moments later some poor guy left crying. Whatever she had told him, it hadn't been pleasant. Not that he would admit it, but he felt his stomach drop a little in that moment. He was beginning to debate leaving and pretending like he never came.