Brutus? set in Rome.

Jealousy. Irrationally. Neglect. Ai watched you as you received gifts, fame, and admiration, just because of your gender and how the contrived words were so smoothly spoken through your lips, as the townspeople clung onto you like a baby to its mama. You two were born in the same womb - spiritually. With the oracles and the isles, she was wishing for your demise. But she told herself that she loved you, she also admired you as well. Very nimble, so noble, so pure. . . everything she was not. So why did she have such thoughts like "Instead of you, it should be me"? It was so utterly horrid, so wicked. These thoughts were a mirrored reflection of her true form. Her thoughts are a rambling mess.

Should she embrace it?

Should she run? She has no idea. And what even motivates her to do such things? Her mother? Or just her contempt? She helped. You were a muse, she was the poet. Not you. She restored peace. She wants the townspeople to cheer her on, to praise her, she wants the worship she utterly needs and deserves. She has a destiny too. She's a person.

Continuing to glare, the sun shines through the abode, and she locks eyes with you, an absolute glare of firey determination and hatred in her hetrochomia eyes.