The Palace at Alexandria
Year Four of Cleopatra's Reign (48 BC)
I awoke the next morning to Caesar's voice asking me how I had
He was standing at the bedside, dressed in a loose tunic. Before I
could answer, he slid an arm beneath my waist and raised me bodily
from my—now our—bed. Placing me upright and naked on the cold
floor, he signaled for me to turn about, which, rising onto my toes, I
did for his delight.
"There was little room for rest last night," I said, finishing my
slow pirouette facing him and lowering onto the flats of my feet to
stand look up at him.
"You please me, Cleopatra."
"You please me also, Caesar."
"Well indeed. And last night, Egypt was mine, if for one night
only," he said looking longingly down at me.
"Perhaps…perhaps for us more than one night," I offered. I was
already thinking about us as well as the future of Egypt and Rome.
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