The Eternal City swallowed us in celebration, but the moment the palace doors closed behind me, the silence returned.
Not the peace of a long road home.
Not the stillness of a conquered capital.
No—this silence was different.
It was heavy.
Expectant.
The silence of an empire holding its breath.
I exhaled as I entered my private study—its marble floors polished to a mirror sheen, its windows overlooking the domes and aqueducts of Latinium, and its great central desk buried under mountains of parchment.
Gods…
How had I forgotten what this looked like?
War was loud, brutal, straightforward.
This…This was the true battlefield of an emperor.
And from the looks of things, the frontlines were already on fire.
A dozen files lay opened by my secretaries for immediate viewing.
I didn't touch them—not yet.
Instead, I rested both palms on the desk and let the overwhelming scope of it wash over me.
Nine provinces;
Latinium
Roserun
Lunania
Greecia
Achae
Francia
Parthia
