"We have received a group of envoys!" the soldier reported breathlessly. "They claim to be allies of Queen Cleopatra!"
Pompey and everyone inside the tent widened their eyes in surprise at the mention of Cleopatra.
They were all well aware of the woman whose beauty was spoken of in legends, rumored to be so extraordinary that some even considered her divine. She had been chosen by her father as the rightful heir to the throne of the Amun-Ra Empire, set to become the next Pharaoh. However, that destiny had been cruelly stolen from her—stripped away by her own brother and the powerful forces manipulating him from behind the scenes.
After her forced exile from Alexandria, rumors had swirled of her preparations for an assault to reclaim her throne and her birthright. Yet, few had taken these whispers seriously, dismissing them as the desperate fantasies of a dethroned queen.
"Let them in," Pompey ordered without hesitation, his interest now fully piqued.
