Chapter 645: The Spring of 1466

Inside the Palace, on top of the throne, seats a man, an emperor, loomed in a dark aura, with his hands steadily placed on the armrest, while before him stands two lines of troopers, each in glistering finest armours with blades by their waist, all finest soldiers handpicked by Antonius himself in service to protect their sovereign.

For so long Antonius have been acting like he is the friendly Tom in the neighbourhood rebuilding this city trying to befriend every single faction and appease the population, with his iconic smile and gesture hanging on his face, so far until now that people, some people have forgotten on how he managed to seize power. He is a conqueror, a man whose achievements are built on blood, whose power are consolidated by purges, and his land acquired mostly through the use of force. His hands are stained with blood and his throne is built with the skulls of the conquered.