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Year 212 AD.

Under the rule of Emperor Octavius Severianus.

Rome was breathing change.

It was not a change visible in its monuments or in the ceremonies that filled the centers of power with gold and marble. It was something quieter. A tension spreading through the corridors of the Senate, the barracks, and the wealthiest provinces of the Empire.

For years, rumors had circulated about corruption in the provinces, illicit enrichment, and governors who were beginning to accumulate an influence that was becoming too great for comfort. The Senate whispered. The generals watched in silence. And the emperor, from the very center of power, took note of every movement.

Then the decree came.

An administrative reform officially intended to modernize the structure of imperial government.

But not everyone believed that was all it was about.

The most delicate decision concerned Hispania Tarraconensis.

One of the jewels of the Empire.

It was a vast, fertile, and strategically important province. Its lands produced wealth in abundance, while its coasts controlled vital maritime routes for trade with Rome. From its ports departed shipments of oil, wine, silver, and grain that eventually fed the markets of the capital.

It was not simply a wealthy province.

It was an indispensable one.

For decades, Hispania Tarraconensis had been under the administration of an old governor who, over the years, had built a network of alliances, favors, and influence that extended far beyond his official position.

Perhaps too far.

The emperor decided to replace him.

The new governor would be Lucius Marcellus Varro.

A veteran politician, astute and carefully educated in Roman law. He had briefly served in the military sphere and, although his experience with weapons was respectable, his true talent lay in politics: understanding men, measuring their interests, and knowing when to speak and when to remain silent.

Officially, his appointment was part of the reform.

Unofficially, few doubted that Rome wanted to regain control over a province whose importance made any excess of autonomy dangerous.

However, Octavius Severianus was unwilling to leave anything to chance.

To guarantee stability and prevent any "misunderstanding," he summoned the man in whom he placed one of his greatest trusts.

Marcus Aurelius Valerian.

He did not need to explain much.

The emperor did not speak of espionage.

He did not speak of suspicions.

He did not even directly mention the possibility of a rebellion.

He simply gave him an order.

—Prefect, Hispania Tarraconensis requires discipline. You will command the provincial guard and safeguard the new governor.

Marcus understood what lay behind those words.

The emperor's orders were not to be questioned.

They were to be obeyed.

THE FAREWELL

Marcus returned to the family villa at dawn.

The news had already reached them before he did.

His father received him with restrained pride, aware that the mission was both a recognition and a responsibility. Magdalena, on the other hand, held Marcus's gaze for a few seconds longer than usual.

Neither needed to say much.

They had lived long enough to understand that, in Rome, duty rarely asked what a man desired.

It simply called him.

And when it did, one answered.

On the third day, Marcus departed.

THE JOURNEY

The journey to Hispania lasted nearly a week.

Seven days of dust, wind, and open horizons.

Marcus rode at the head of the procession upon Umbra, his black horse with powerful muscles and a calm temperament. The animal moved with a steady stride beneath the weight of its rider, while behind them marched soldiers, officers, and men responsible for the supplies.

The imperial standard traveled with them.

Along the way, they crossed hills golden beneath the sun, dense forests where the silence seemed to swallow even the sound of hooves, and ancient paved roads stretching westward.

During the day, Marcus barely spoke.

He observed.

The formation of his men. The condition of the roads. The villages they passed through. The merchants they encountered. Everything could reveal something.

At night, he slept little.

When the camp fell silent and only the fires remained lit, he would often sit before the flames and watch them.

He thought about the emperor's words.

And, above all, about the words the emperor had chosen not to speak.

Marcus did not need Rome to explain its concerns to him.

He knew how to recognize them.

He knew when the Empire was suspicious.

HISPANIA TARRACONENSIS

The province appeared before them after nearly a week of travel.

The walls rose imposing before the sea.

From a distance, they could make out the masts of merchant ships, sails shifting in the breeze, and the constant movement of the harbor. As the procession drew closer, the sounds of the city began to reach them: voices in Latin mixed with local dialects, merchants shouting orders, the clatter of crates and barrels, the neighing of horses, and the ever-present murmur of the Mediterranean.

The air smelled of salt, damp wood, and oil.

Upon recognizing the imperial standard, the provincial guard formed ranks.

The spears rose simultaneously.

Marcus dismounted from Umbra without haste.

His boots touched the ground.

For several moments, he said nothing.

He simply observed.

The soldiers appeared disciplined.

The walls were well maintained.

The harbor was operating normally.

At first glance, everything was in order.

But Marcus had learned long ago that outward order did not always mean inner stability.

Sometimes, the most dangerous things were precisely those that appeared to be functioning too well.

THE PROVINCIAL PALACE

The governor's palace dominated the city from a nearby hill overlooking the harbor.

It was a building designed to remind anyone who crossed its doors where power resided.

White marble columns supported its galleries. Banners fluttered beneath the sea wind, and mosaics lining the corridors depicted ancient naval victories. Even during the day, torches remained lit in certain sections of the building.

A constant display of authority.

The main hall was spacious and rectangular.

The high ceiling rested upon columns decorated with reliefs of tritons and dolphins, while the open windows allowed the salty breeze from the harbor to enter.

At the far end of the room, upon a slightly raised platform, stood the new governor.

Lucius Marcellus Varro.

He appeared to be around fifty years old.

His light brown hair, already streaked with gray, was straight and carefully combed back. A short, perfectly trimmed beard framed his angular face. His skin, weathered by years of travel and coastal campaigns, contrasted with the elegance of his garments.

His black eyes remained attentive.

They were not the eyes of a soldier.

They belonged to a man accustomed to measuring others before deciding which part of himself to reveal.

He wore a toga with a deep purple border, befitting his rank, and in his right hand he wore a signet ring bearing a trident engraved in gold.

His posture was straight and dignified.

But not martial.

Lucius Marcellus Varro was, above all, a politician.

Then Marcus stepped forward.

His footsteps echoed across the marble floor of the hall.

One.

Two.

Three.

The sound spread between the columns as those present fell silent.

Marcus did not take his eyes off the governor.

Neither did Varro.

For several seconds, the two men studied each other from opposite ends of the room.

Two men sent by Rome.

Two men who understood power in very different ways.

Finally, Lucius Marcellus Varro slowly descended the two steps of the platform.

And it was then that, for the first time, they stood face to face.
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About

Marcus Aurelius Valerian is the young Praetorian Prefect and commander of the Praetorian Guard, a twenty-eight-year-old man whose discipline, intelligence, and loyalty have made him one of the most powerful figures in Rome. Born into an ancient patrician family with a long military tradition, Marcus was raised to serve, obey, and protect, but the responsibilities of his position have forced him to discover that loyalty does not always mean blind obedience. Reserved, firm, and commanding in nature, he rarely needs to raise his voice to be heard. Yet behind the armor lies a far more complex man: a son shaped by his father's expectations, a deeply protective brother, and a commander who carries the weight of every life placed under his command. As Rome endures an era of political intrigue and corruption, Marcus will have to decide how far he is willing to go to fulfill his oath… and how much of himself he is willing to sacrifice for it.

Created
Sep 26, 2026
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Sep 27, 2026
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