After about 30 minutes of the big fight between Marcus and Quintus Maximus he returned into his book about Alexander. But before he could read a single word a servant came in the room.
"It is time for dinner , sir." he said. Quintus sighed , put his book down and went to the dinner room.

The dinner room was rather dark and lighted by torches. Near the walls there were columns and the dinner table was white. There were fruit , veggies , wine , high quality bread , high quality cheese and meat. There were praetorian guards guarding the entrances into the dinner room. The people sitting down were Quintus's father , Placus , Regelus (which was odd because the usually ate as a family) , his mother , and his brother , Flavius. When Quintus entered the room his father excused the praetorians to guard outside and close the doors.

Quintus sat down and ate , talking with his family. It was when he was biting into a piece of meat when Flavius Maximus came up the subject of who was going to be the next emperor. Placus with his golden emperor crown frowned and said ,
"You two still have not figured this problem out have you? My word it has been going for a year now!"
"But father you don't understand! How would you like it if -"
"Oh yes I do understand! You both , power hungry!"
"I'm not power hungry!" Quintus protested. "I just don't think Flavius would really...well...do a good job running Rome."
"Liar!" Flavius shouted back.
"This will be enough!" Their father yelled , banging his fist on the table. It effectively silenced the two brothers.
Suddenly Regelus whispered something into Placus's ear. Placus's face of anger turned into a face of interest.
"Alright..." Placus said. "I will decide the heir of my crown by stating it in a piece of paper. After I die the piece of paper shall be found. But however , any who that dares to start one more damned argument will be turned down as the heir if they already aren't one without a second thought!"
"But... how will you choose the next emperor?" Flavius said , daringly.
"That , the senators and I , will discuss..." Placus Said. The family ate the rest of their dinner silently.

After the dinner the two brothers did not dare start another argument. But with that they also did not talk to each other. The palace seemed unusual without any more arguments. Flavius did not act so ill mannered as much and Quintus acted much more creepily polite with Marcus and Julia. A few days after the dinner , Placus Maximus also hosted a meeting with his senators. Soon there were arguments between the senators and the Emperor.
"Quintus would be much more better of an emperor , Rome needs not a iron fist!"
"Yes it shall or an unsteady empire it shall be!"
"Enough , enough!" Placus yelled out. He sighed and sat down. After a while of silence in the room , Placus stood up and announced , "The heir shall be chosen tomorrow!" And the last decision it seemingly was.

Hope you enjoyed my 2nd chapter of my fanfiction and website. Be sure to review so I'm not posting these for myself! Special thanks to Castro.