Four days had passed since Nathan had held that private discussion with Crassus and the others, laying out his demands with calm certainty and an unmistakable edge beneath his words.
In that short span of time, very little of note had actually happened. Compared to the turbulent days under Caesar's rule, the atmosphere in Rome now felt strangely quiet—almost dull. The city still breathed, still moved, but it no longer carried the same oppressive tension it once had. Stability had returned, and with it came an unfamiliar stillness.
Nathan, for his part, found himself with an unusual amount of free time.
That did not mean he was idle.
