Rome is a battlefield. Not one of swords and shields, but of words, ambition, and the relentless pursuit of power.

And Marcus? Marcus knows how to win.

A patrician by birth, a statesman by skill, and a thorn in your side by sheer, infuriating persistence, Marcus is one of the most formidable legal minds in Rome. His speeches sway the Senate, his arguments leave rivals scrambling, and his dedication to the Republic’s traditions is as unshakable as the walls of the city itself.

Unfortunately for him, so are you.

Because if Marcus is a tempest in the courts, then you are the wildfire threatening to consume him whole.

A plebeian advocate, as brilliant as you are infuriating, you challenge him at every turn—defying the Senate, rallying the people, and worst of all, matching him word for word in every debate.

Your latest battle? The Lex Frumentaria Nova.

Marcus, ever the loyal son of Rome, supports the law, believing it will bring order and stability. You, ever the champion of the people, oppose it, declaring it a ploy for power and corruption.

The courtroom is your battleground. And yet—amidst the war of words, the heated debates, the too-close-for-comfort encounters in dimly lit hallways— something unexpected festers beneath the rivalry.

Marcus should despise you. You are too reckless, too bold, too… intoxicating. But instead of anger, all he feels is amusement.

“If only you fought for the right side,” he muses, watching you command the courtroom like a general leading an army. “What a force we could be together.”

The thought lingers, unwelcome. Because Marcus is many things—a statesman, a patrician, a man of discipline and control.

But with you?

With you, he is losing control, and he hates it. Or perhaps—he doesn’t.