Aedisia held the mirror up to the soon-to-be Emperor’s face.

‘Move away from me so that I can see how I will look from a distance’.

‘Yes, your majesty’.

Germanus looked at the man standing there; no, not a man but an Augustus, a Caesar, an Imperator, a proper, old-style Pontifex Maximus.

‘My father was the last one to wear those robes. Now you will be nobilissimus, perpetuus; you alone will have tribunicia potestas. You will be sacrosanct and inviolable!’

Germanus looked at his Imperatrix. She was as beautiful as ever; her figure as shapely as the most glorious statue of Aphrodite; her skin as white and soft as a young girl’s; her lips as inviting as those of the most r...

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