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Decenaeus always agonized over his speeches. His eyes and mind weary, he was
finding it harder and harder to fight off the peacefulness that sleep would
bring. He glanced over to his bed only a second before bringing his attention
back to the scroll he had been writing on. He read it aloud to himself once
before tearing it in two. It was a time of great minds in Rome and it was hard
for Decenaeus to establish himself apart from his brother. Antoninus Maxus,
Rome's first Emperor, shadowed almost all beneath him. Postumus Varro, now the
Prima Legatus, was an impossible act to follow. Acedus Julianus, whose ideas
seemed to dazzle the senate, was increasingly harder to compete with. Decenaeus
stood up and paced around his room. His house was a recently purchased simple
insulata. It felt good to get out of his family's residence and into a place of
his own. It gave him a chance to breathe. Decenaeus looked out of his window to
the heavens, perhaps there he would find his muse there. Only answered with
silence, Decenaeus sat back down and unrolled a fresh scroll and began writing.




He awoke to a crisp Maius morning, he had fallen asleep at his desk again. His 2
slaves had prepared breakfast for him as usual and after he had finished it, he
asked them to leave his room. He looked down at what he had written, it would
have to do. After an almost all-night brainstorming session, Decenaeus had come
up with several suggestions to make to the Senate. His position of Tribune gave
him the privilege of being able to listen to the problems and hear the
suggestions of the public, but that didn't stop him from suggesting his own.
After a change of clothes, a prayer to Jove, and putting finishing touches on
his speeches, Decenaeus was off to the Forum, scrolls in hand.



It was noon by the time he reached the Senate Forum. He could tell from the
applause that Acedus Julianus had just finished a speech. From what he could
hear from comments made by those around him, he had just finished making a
summary of his plan for economic recovery. "He will make a great Senator",
Decenaeus overheard one. "I can't wait to see what the Proconsulus thinks of his
ideas", said another. Decenaeus swallowed hard, this would be a tough act to
follow. He almost felt faint as he stepped forward to deliver his ideas.



Decenaeus paced back in forth in the bathes, his ideas had gone over well.
Perhaps now he would receive recognition rather then being the brother of Marius
Aelius, the Praetor. "Congratulations Decenaeus, you've made your family proud",
said Nero Daia, "you don't need to worry like you are, the Senate will agree
with you." "Agreeing is one thing Nero, acting on is another," Decenaeus paused
long enough to say, "I feel sick to my stomach." Sejanus Probus, a fellow
Tribune was also enjoying what the bathes had to offer. "Relax Decenaeus, you
really need to learn how to enjoy life," said Sejanus as he looked up from his
massage, "It doesn't always need to be politics." Decenaeus smiled. "Maybe so,"
as Decenaeus motioned for a massage, "but I can't rest just yet."

By Decenaeus Aelius