I’ve heard many things about the way of life in Rome. The good times, the bad times, and the times that brought joy to everyone. My grandfather was a wonderful man. When he served as Caesar everyone felt trust in him. He guided the people in excellent fashion and never let them fall. Even though he has passed on his name will forever be exclaimed as the greatest ruler of Rome. My mother and her brother were left to govern the throne after he died. My uncle took over and ruled with an iron fist. He held military into the highest perspective and didn’t rest each night until he knew his lands were safe. My mother helped him in his reign. In the gene pool, he inherited the fighter and she inherited the politician of my grandfather. My uncle’s downfall hurt Rome badly. It was as if someone had taken a club and hit someone with it. Our nation fell with a sickly thud. Now it is my turn to raise Rome back up and govern it with the politics of my mother and the strength of my uncle. And my father? He died before I was born. I never knew him. His story is one of despair and hope, love and hate, and persecution and triumph. He wasn’t just a man. He was a gladiator. He was just visiting Rome when it all happened. The scandal of a lifetime, but the love of the century.