Later that evening, away from the formalities of the court and the watchful eyes of his advisors, Julius summoned the three southern envoys to a private audience.
Not in the Throne Room of Romanus, but in a smaller chamber — a quiet council hall adorned only with a few maps, a simple fireplace for warmth, and a long, polished table.
This was not an emperor's hall.
This was a strategist's war room.
And Julius, though clad in a simple dark tunic now rather than imperial robes, commanded the space no less than if he had worn his crown.
The three envoys entered respectfully, but less burdened by ceremonial pretense than earlier.
Here, honesty would reign.
Julius gestured to the seats arrayed before the low table.
"Sit,"
he said.
They did.
Once they were settled, Julius leaned forward, folding his hands lightly before him.
"You spoke words of loyalty today,"
he said, voice calm but sharp with intent.
