"It was close...very close."
Marcus' mind is filled with thoughts and plans as he walks towards the Curia. While it was true he won the election to Consul, he didn't achieve his goal. Senior Consul. That's what he wanted. A title that revealed who the better man was out of the two Consuls. A title that showed a man's popularity, power, and political influence. A title that granted you control of the Roman world.
Instead, he received the position of Junior Consul. Junior. What was he, a youthful, inexperienced Tribune bossing around the Plebeian Centurions under his command? Was he a young, robed Quaestor managing the finances of some Proconsul or Propraetor? No, he was a Consulare. Marcus has lead the Republic before, both in Italy and in Sicily. He has protected the Plebs' rights, as Tribune. Yet, he has received the title "Junior." Oh, how the Gods love to play and torment.
Entering the Senate Hall, Marcus nods at the Senators who take note of his appearance, and he sits in his Curile Chair.
"Excuse the interruption, but I'd like to announce my appointments for this term.
The
Princeps Senatus for this term will be:
Senator Marcus Fabianus Grattius
And, the
Censor for this term shall be:
Senator Quintus Julius
"Should these two Senators decline the offers, I will immediately appoint someone else so the position will be fulfilled."
Marcus rolls up his scroll, and makes a second announcement.
"It comes to my attention that, for the last few years, the Republic has been neglected, like Senator Labienus has stated. War may seem beneficial at first, but when we're engaged in it for many terms, it sends us into recession and it sends the mob into a state of anger and hate. And, for the rest of this year, we will probably see constant war and death below the Alps."
Marcus then pauses, not only to take a breather, but to allow each Senator to evaluate what he just said.
"Therefore, being a Consul and the equal of Consul Marius, I will, if the Senate wishes, administrate the Republic while our good Consul is battling the Celts up north. Consul Marius cannot focus on both strategic moves and the welfare of the Republic at the same time, and so I'd like to relieve him of one of his most tiring duties.
Should our beloved Consul need any assistance up north, instead, then I will not hesitate from taking my sword and traveling to his command center. But otherwise, I will gladly manage the Republic in his absence..."