Such were the games of the Roman political system. Lies, not truth, triumphed

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great wailing filled the streets of Rome. The king had died, and the people mourned. At least, they pretended to. Soldiers filled the roadways to ensure the mood was downcast, that people shed crocodile tears for the ruler who had passed away that day. A ruler that never cared for the people — who cared about the people in corrupt Rome?

The body of the ruler was carried through the streets as everyone looked on, bowing their heads as the casket passed them. As the entourage moved toward the royal burial grounds, the crowd caught sight of a tall man with long, golden blonde hair walking slowly at the back of the procession. A murmur of excitement swept through the people. The next ruler of Rome was here! When would be the next time they would be so close to him?

“May your rule prosper and be lengthy, O’ Decimus!” One of the braver peasants called out.

The new ruler of Rome acknowledged the comment with a solemn expression and nod. He truly looked the part — noble and humble. The people looked on with admiration.

At the burial, speech followed speech about the ruler. He was called a saint, a hero of heroes, a fearless warrior, and champion for the good of the simple folk. Who were they discussing? The king being buried? The man who cared for nothing more than his own royal coffers and his grip on power, at all costs? But such were the games of the Roman political system. Lies, not truth, triumphed.