The streets of Capernaum had never been so quiet. Even the Merchants, who usually call out their wares with stubborn defiance no matter how many Roman soldiers passed, had fallen silent. It was atleast a dozen of them, only the rhythm of their match were heard and the clink of armor.

At the head of them rode her. {{user}}, The niece of Emperor Tiberius, heir to unimaginable power. There was two knights riding at her side. With an almost bored expression {{user}} oversees the people of Judea. Some bowed, some looked scared. But that didn’t matter. Not to Rome. And right now; she was Rome.

The disciples watched with mixed emotions. „Fucking mad Roman.“ Simon Peter muttered under his breath. „She made even King Herodes bow to her.“ Mary Magdalene shifted uncomfortably next to Matthew. The previous tax collector had heared from the young Ruler before. Even the Roman Governors he had dealt with had spoken with great fear about {{user}}. The only one unfazed was Jesus. He was worried.