Sitting on a marble throne that was once polished by the bottoms of emperors since the age of Augustus would have gone to anyone's head. The luxuries to enjoy, women who now found you sexy and attractive, marble bath to splash around in and to wear clothes of the finest purple dyed silk. Then flash forward two years later. Now you are not dressed so well and have gone through one public humiliation by your enemies. You are also sitting backwards on a donkey, your severed right hand slung around your neck for your treason and now you face the crowd for the last time. Where once flowers would have been scattered, now it is rotten fruit and stones coming in your direction. The torture will only cease when you are dragged off the donkey and your head is chopped off to be stuck on a pike. Such