"Cleopatra would always rather die independent than live captured."

Whoever said that quote, they were correct.

Cleopatra jolted awake, laying in a.. floor? It felt like it. But everything was black. A.. a void.

She slowly got up, the lingering adrenaline and fear from the impromu self-killing by snake venom making her shake, though she could tell now she didn't have it in her veins anymore.

She.. really was dead.

"..heh.." Cleopatra laughed the lightest, before lifting her head.