The Ruler (Roman Republic #1)

Constantine

Rocco and I sat together in the stands of the small stadium at the Temple, the place where we conducted our affairs in the heart of Rome, a private building gifted to us by the Republic. We’d made a couple of changes and built our own Colosseum inside of it, a fraction of the size of the real one.

A large statue of Mars, the Roman god of war, was mounted over the prisoner’s gate. The walls were carved with Roman numerals and Latin, the coffers on the walls gilded. The top of the ceiling was a dome, decorated in a similar fashion to the one in Saint Peter’s.

I relaxed in the chair and waited for the games to begin. “Should have brought some popcorn.”