Zentmeister

The year is 407 AD and Rome is at the precipice. In the West, a usurper by the name of Flavius Claudius Constantinus has declared himself emperor. By doing this, he and his traitor legions have fractured the Western Roman Empire into two. At the same time, the north bleeds! Countless germans swarm across the borders of the Empire and pillage its lands in their ruthless raids. Alaric, King of the Goths, rises to a position of prominence and threatens the ancient capital of the dying Empire with his barbarian hordes. As if things weren't bad enough, rumors from the east state that a mysterious power rises within the fogs of war, threatening to drown the Empire in a river of blood.

As a response to these threats, the indolent emperor Honorius has given orders to his supreme commander Flavius Stilicho to reclaim the province of Gaul from the usurper. However, should he leave the heartland of the Empire undefended, undoubtedly Alaric would invade. Thus, under the threat of barbarians at the gates, Stilicho dispatches a young roman general by the name of Titus Claudius Marcellus to bring an end to the reign of the usurper. Will Rome fall to the tides of barbarians and traitors alike? Or can Marcellus restore a world collapsing around him? Find out in Heir of Aurelian!

Heir of Aurelian

Mitra sat within the palace that belonged to the youngest of her three brothers. A young man by the name of Narseh. The man was chosen by the Roman Emperor to act as the next high King of the Persian people. Naturally, this was not something Mitra would tell the man, or else he would surely accuse of her treason, and rightfully so.

Instead, the beautiful young princess sat in her chair, while drinking a cup of fortified wine that had been imported from Rome to her brother's palace. The skin on her legs was exposed, as her tan skin glistened under the light of the moon.

There was a reason that at least one of her brothers was infatuated with the woman, and that was not only because of her natural beauty but also her personality that was akin to a femme fatale. Of course, the Persian Princess wore many masks, and around her brother Narseh, she played the role of an innocent and naïve little girl. One that compelled the man to protect her at any costs.

Creating a Puppet Part II