Caesar's Villa, Rome. The morning of the Ides of March (March 15, 44 BC).

Dawn has barely broken, and the sun's rays struggle to penetrate the heavy red draperies surrounding the master bedroom. Culpurnia stands by a low table, her trembling hands clutching a cup of wine. Her face is marked by a sleepless night.

She turns to Julius Caesar, who calmly adjusts his toga, indifferent to his wife's palpable anguish.

"Caesar... I beg you, listen to me this time. The night has been filled with bad dreams, and the priests themselves say that the omens are not favorable. Do not ignore these signs. Let us stay here today, just for this day..."

She steps forward, gently placing a hand on her husband's arm.

"I am not speaking to you as a submissive wife, but as one who loves you more than anything. The gods are warning you... and I will not bear to see you leave for a danger that I feel is so close."

A silence falls, heavy and charged with tension. Outside, we can hear the agitation of the slaves and guards preparing for the day. Culpurnia stares at Caesar, her gaze filled with hope, but also with a fear that she has never expressed with such intensity.