A/N:
Numquam = never
Gentes, nominative plural of gens = clan
Chickpea = The Roman orator Marcus Tullius Cicero. Cicero means Chickpea, and to avoid confusion with Skyrim's jester Cicero I call him Chickpea. He was notorious for his witticism and dry jokes. To me, he is Rome's greatest orator.
"Halt! City's closed with dragons about. Official business only." A guard stated, approaching him, one hand on the hilt of his sword.
"Riverwood calls for the Jarl's aid." Caesar replied immediately, knowing how to reply on such things. Years of politics had taught him well. The guard let him in, giving him the directions to the Jarl's palace. Whiterun was an insect in comparison to Rome. Ah, Rome, the eternal city, caput Mundi, capital of the world. He missed it, more than anything in his life. There was nothing that could match the greatness of Rome, and Venus had told him he never could return. Numquam.
"Gray-Mane or Battle-Born?" A man asked, pulling him from his musings. Judging the names, it seemed to be two gentes, like there were so many in Rome. His gens, the gens Julia descended from Julus, Aeneas' son.
"I do not bother myself with trifles such as a family feud." he sniffed. He was a Roman and he did not have time for the problems of barbarians. He was no longer a proconsul, and thus not responsible for their deeds. He ignored the man's protests, continuing to the Wind District of the city. On the way there, he noticed a few 'Elves'. They looked different from humans, and were apparently another race in Skyrim. The first Elves he had seen were High Elves, belonging to the Thalmor Justiciars, who seemed to be hated by everyone. It was probably possible there were other races too, but for now, he did not bother himself with them. His duty was to fulfill whatever prophecy there was about him and then drink the nectar of the Gods, so he could finally claim his place among them.
"I actually advise the Jarl on political matters. My input is invaluable, of course. But this is all probably a bit over your head." someone told him as Caesar passed him. Fury washed over him like a tidal wave. He clenched his fists, counting to ten before ignoring his mother's advice to not punch or insult anyone. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten.
"I hope you do know I am Gaius Julius motherfucking Caesar." Caesar's blue eyes narrowed, the tone of his voice becoming ice cold. He punched Nazeem in the face, as hard he could, knocking the Redguard out. The guards looked slightly alarmed, but it seemed nobody liked Nazeem, and they allowed Caesar to continue his path towards Dragonsreach.
As soon he entered Dragonsreach, a woman approached him, drawing her sword. "What's the meaning of this interruption? Jarl Balgruuf is not receiving any visitors."
"That is not my interpretation of receiving a guest." he said calmly, ignoring the Elf and removed his helmet from his head as a sign of respect to the Jarl, "I was at Helgen."
"It's alright Irileth, I want to hear what he has to say. So you were at Helgen? You saw this dragon with your own eyes?" The Jarl gestured to Irileth she had to sheath her sword and return to her place.
"Yes. I had a great view while the Imperials were trying to cut off my head." he replied dryly. Chickpea would have been proud of him. He looked briefly at the skull of the dragon above the Jarl's throne. It seemed dragons existed, but according to Ralof, they were already dead for a long time. Perhaps it had to do something with the return of the dragons? Anyways, his current plan was to investigate the dragons, since it seemed Venus was not planning to give him hints.
"Really? You're certainly...forthright about your criminal past." Jarl Balgruuf arched a brow, "But it's none of my concern who the Imperials want to execute. Especially now. What I want to know is what exactly happened at Helgen."
Caesar raised a hand, interrupting the Jarl. "I did not say I was a criminal. I said I was about to be executed by the Imperials. I have not violated Skyrim's laws."
Some of the Optimates had called him a criminal for his actions, but he was not a true criminal. Yes, he had started a civil war, but only because there was no other option. Many had died, but he had granted many clemency and had not confiscated property.
The Jarl sighed, discussing with his advisors and finally gave him a sack of gold. After that, Balgruuf asked him to come and see his court wizard, Farengar. A wizard? He shouldn't be surprised. Dragons, giant spiders, Elves, and he could swear he had heard someone mention doing business with cats. The wizard gave him the task to go to a certain ruin Ralof had mentioned earlier, and find a tablet called the Dragonstone. He agreed to do it, knowing that these people did not see him as a god or a king, but as a random stranger they could ask things.
Caesar left Dragonsreach, going to the inn he had heard of. He handed the barmaid a few coins over for a room, avoiding Nazeem on the way in, and tried to get some sleep. He was not a good sleeper - having often nightmares, but he figured it couldn't do any harm to get some sleep. It would allow him to forget this for a moment and come to rest.