![]() The most powerful man in the whole world was standing here, in the backyard of Tiberius' villa, clad in the finest toga. Standing in front of him was no one else but Cornelius Magnus, the emperor of Rome. Slowly, Tiberius turned around before letting himself fall to his knees in a panicked motion. I am here, after all, to inspect the work for my Colosseum." ![]() "I will most certainly not return after sundown. Tell the visitor to return after sundown."Īnother voice, strong and filled with arrogance, spoke up. I can hardly afford to make mistakes here. Even the nobles, perhaps even the emperor himself. Imagine all the people who are going to see my statue at the great Colosseum when they pass it by. "Well, can't you see I am busy? This is most important work. One wrong move and the whole statue could be ruined. Usually, Marcus knew not to disturb him when he was working. Right now, however, the slave seemed flustered, almost fearful even. Tiberius even supposed that the young man was kind of handsome, at least judging from the attention Marcus got when he went to the forum for him. It was Marcus, Tiberius' slave, a young man with a lean, fit body. Only when the person stopped right next to him, did Tiberius avert his gaze. He was so focused on the statue in front of him that he almost didn't hear the noise of approaching feet. ![]() It was the statue of a young man, his body chiseled out of a piece of white marble that Tiberius had bought at the market.
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