THE EMPEROR'S SHADOW
Rome had changed. The Republic’s freedoms had narrowed into the grip of one ruler. The emperor—crowned not by law but by power—smiled thinly during Vincit’s triumph.
Popularity was a dangerous currency. Whispers slithered through the Palatine Hill.
“They love him too much.” “He commands loyalty beyond reason.” “A general adored by soldiers is a threat.”
Vincit sensed it but refused to believe Rome would punish victory.
Then came the decree.
The legion Invicta was to be disbanded and reassigned to the farthest frontier—beyond the cold mists of the northern sea.
No triumph. No honors. No audience.
And Vincit himself?
Stripped of command. Ordered to retire quietly to a rural estate under “imperial gratitude.”
