The night was full of the smell of rain, though no droplets had yet fallen. Through the streets of Rome people ran to the Curia with frantic energy, as they did in any other city - Leo and Livia too, blending into the stream of people as if belonging, their faces cast by the torches that illuminated the path.
Leo could feel the city's pulse beneath his feet, the thrum of anticipation and fear. The assembly had been called, and Rome knew that this was no ordinary gathering. The air was electric, charged with the knowledge that decisions made tonight would set the course for generations to come.
As they approached the grand marble steps of the Curia, Leo glanced at Livia, who was scanning the faces in the crowd with practiced precision. Her eyes met his, and she gave him a slight nod—an unspoken promise that she knew more than she was saying.
They squeezed in, forcing past senators and their retinues till they found themselves close to the heart of the assembly. The Senate chamber was an enormous expanse of marble and stone, columns towering over and the seats filled with city's most powerful figures. At the center stood Julius Caesar, draped in his red and purple toga with the gold laurel wreath crowning his dark curls.
The silence was almost palpable when Caesar's voice broke it.
"Senators of Rome," he began, his voice deep and commanding, "we stand at the precipice of a new age. It is time for Rome to rise above its divisions, to become the empire it was destined to be."
A ripple of whispers spread through the house, some faces lit with admiration, others shadowed with distrust. Leo spotted Brutus, seated, expression unreadable, and Cassius, sharp eyes cutting through the crowd as if searching for dissent.
Leo's pulse pounded faster. This was it. The moment that would seal the fate of the city - and maybe even his own.
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Leo focused, tuning in on the voices around him. The words swirled like a storm, blending in a cacophony of opinions, half-spoken lies, and hidden truths.
"Caesar's ambition will be our end," a voice hissed, one of the senators sitting near Cassius.
"He has to be stopped before he becomes a god," someone whispered, glancing nervously over at the shape that was Caesar.
Leo's glance snapped to Livia. She was tensed, one hand resting on the hilts of the daggers she wore under her tunic. She was waiting for something, and Leo felt a sense of growing dread that it was coming soon.
Caesar raised his hand, commanding silence. "To all who doubted me, I give this: I shall not rule alone. I will share power, but Rome will only be strong if we stand united."
Gasps erupted. A few senators, among them Brutus, shifted in their chairs, surprise and suspicion written on their faces. But before anyone could say a word, a figure stood up on the other side of the room. It was Decimus Brutus, the man who had spoken to Leo in the alley.
"Julius," Decimus began, his voice steady, "your words are bold, but words alone will not secure loyalty. Actions do."
Leo's heart skipped. Decimus was challenging Caesar openly, but it wasn't a challenge-it was an invitation. An invitation that could change everything.
Caesar's eyes narrowed, meeting Decimus's gaze, and Leo caught the flicker of recognition there. The tension in the chamber grew thick with stormy eyes from those who held power.
"Actions, Decimus," Caesar said with a smile that spoke of confidence and danger. "Then let us make sure that Rome is ready to bear the weight of our future."
He barely had time to process what was happening when the sharp voice cut through the chamber.
"Enough! The city does not need another war!" It was an older senator, a man whose face was deeply lined and whose voice was cracked with age. He stood shaking but determined, the weight of his years showing in the effort it took to speak.
"Let us discuss this in peace, for if we do not, Rome's fate may no longer be ours to decide."
The silence that followed was suffocating. It was a moment teetering on the edge of history, the decision resting between the clamor of ambition and the quiet plea for unity. Leo felt the weight of his choices pressing on him, his mind racing with possibilities and consequences.
Livia shifted beside him, her eyes meeting his with an intensity that spoke volumes.
"It's starting," she whispered. "The choices you make now will shape everything. Be careful, Leo. Rome is watching."
Leo took a deep breath, the weight of his destiny clear as the rising sun began to light the sky beyond the open doors of the chamber. The storm had broken, and he was in its eye.