Born Frank.
No prophecy. No royal bloodline. Just a suspicious haircut, excellent posture and the confidence of a man who has never checked the map.
Frank by birth. Caesar by accident. He came, he saw, and somehow turned the whole empire into a personality trait.
History remembers conquerors, philosophers and emperors. Unfortunately, it also remembers Frank.
No prophecy. No royal bloodline. Just a suspicious haircut, excellent posture and the confidence of a man who has never checked the map.
One toga later, the timeline made a terrible administrative error. Nobody corrected it. Frank took this as divine approval.
The empire may be gone, but Frank is not. He continues to roam — or Roman — around the timeline under one unmistakable ticker: $FRANKUS.
The Frankus Empire has no roadmap. It has decrees. Much more official-looking.
Cast the least consequential vote in imperial history.
The Senate is pretending this matters.
“He came. He saw. He made Rome weird again.”
Not quite emperor. Not quite normal. Definitely Frank Caesar.