Whatever the reason, Rome has seen a lot of wars (and by lot I mean a LOT of wars). There have been attacks by neighboring Latin states, civil wars and full frontal assaults.
The consuls outranked all other magistrates and officials except the plebeian tribunes. They held imperium alternately each month when they were in Rome.
A stable government equals better policies equals happy people equal a stable government. The Roman Republic was more stable than the kingdom that it had replaced in 509 BC but it wasn’t really stable because to put it simply, there was no balance of power.
Most good things come to an end and Lucius Tarquinius Superbus’s reign was not a good thing. The Roman History has always seen a lot of ups and downs.
Rome had been a little different. It seemed to be the nexus of contradictory traits, the juxtaposition of legends and reality, brave men and cowards, demigods and fiends. Romulus, himself, seems to be a specimen of this peculiar union.
Augustus left a city of marble that was once a city of bricks; Lord Byron called it the city of his soul; Giotto di Bondone called it the city of echoes, illusions and yearning. Anotole Broyard though it was a poem pressed into service as a city.