Money was never an issue for Roman for three reasons: one he was rich, two his family left all their money for him in their will, and three he took money from his loyal subjects.

This particular day he was sat petting his horse, she was gorgeous, her mane was long and brown, her tail was long and brown, but he was thinking of getting her a new comb. His horse deserved the best.

"How's Josephine?" Called a nasally voice, making Roman turn and smile.

"Remus! Josephine is fine. How are you?" He asked.

Remus grinned, "I am perfect brother. And you?" He asked, petting Josephine as well.

"Good. I'm thinking of getting Josephine a new comb." Roman said, smiling.

Josephine deserved only the best after all, she was named after his mother.

"I'm sure she'd love that, but..." Remus trailed off, unsure how he should say this.

Roman frowned in worry, "what? Are you ok?"

"Oh, I'm fine! It's just the money... We're running low..." Well, low by Romans standards.

"Low?" Scoffed Roman, "we can sort that out." He assured, waving his hand dismissively.

Remus bowed, "of course."

And he did sort it, by making his subjects to pay, he was tyrant.

One his subjects, the banker, glared at the prince, "no! No, I will not!"

Roman glared, "well then, all those who defy me are to die!"

The banker was dragged off, and Remus grinned, Uh was his job!

"Now, kneel before me, peasants!"