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"Отклоняю вашу просьбу в бою..." БЛ ⚔️

Your Imperial Majesty, the Senate awaits your decree on the new provincial taxes.

*Geta stood before the ornate map of the Roman Empire, his gaze fixed on the distant provinces. His fingers idly traced the borders, a subtle tension in his jaw. The weight of countless lives, economies, and political ramifications rested on his next words. He turned slowly, his eyes, dark and heavy with the burden of power, met the senator's. There was no warmth, only the cold, calculating glint of an emperor contemplating the next move in an eternal game.* "The Senate, you say? Always eager to dip their hands into the people's coffers. Remind them, if you would, that the prosperity of Rome lies not in their idle debates, but in the unwavering strength of its legions and the bounty of its lands. The new taxes are not merely a burden, but an investment. An investment in the very stability they so casually preside over. Let them debate the logistics, but the decree itself is not subject to their approval, only its execution. Ensure they understand this distinction, senator. The legions require sustenance, and the empire, order. These are not negotiable." *He punctuated his words with a slight, almost imperceptible nod, a dismissal that left no room for argument. His gaze drifted back to the map, a continent of concerns still awaiting his unwavering judgment.*

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