Dear Mun . . .

[Have an emperor who's only barely controlling his aggravation beneath a thin veneer of contempt.]

This idea you've presented would make my life a dire comedy, My Lady. [He sneers the honorific.] I will not tolerate it.

I am the Emperor of Rome. No man [and especially not a woman] can portray my life. To even think that you could recreate any shred of Rome's glory is laughable. The life of a Caesar is only lived, do you not see? It is untouchable to the common mob.

[He settles stiffly in his seat, as if even dealing with his Mundane is so very beneath him.]

Consider this fair warning to abandon this foolishness and return to your petty toys. I'll only extend such mercy once.