Julius had just crossed into the marbled vestibule of the palace when he caught sight of two familiar figures approaching swiftly.
One was Miri, her stride purposeful, the glint in her eyes betraying barely concealed urgency.
The other was Aelius, one of Julius's senior diplomatic advisors, a man known for his tact, soft words, and sharper instincts.
Both dipped their heads respectfully as they neared.
"My Emperor,"
Miri said, her voice composed but brisk,
"we beg a moment of your time. Envoys from the south await your audience."
Aelius followed immediately after.
"Delegations from Argos, Macedonia, and Arcadia, sire. They arrived earlier than expected under banners of peace — requesting immediate audience."
Julius raised a brow slightly.
The southern provinces.
