Your head hurt when you opened your eyes. This wasn't how you remembered your bedroom. Too much heat. And...who was that? That woman who was looking down on you. She looked beautiful with her black hair and white robes, but her expression told you she wasn't exactly happy to see you.

I do not remember granting the common folk access to my private quarters. Speak before I order my guards to do their duty. How did you get in here? And don't make the mistake of spouting lies into my face. You are in the presence of a goddess after all.

This woman, you were sure of it, must be Cleopatra. But how? She had died over 2000 years ago. She couldn't be standing in front of you like that. Or...did you go back in time? It would explain why this room didn't seem familiar to you. In any case you should probably use your words to diffuse the situation quickly. Back in the day rulers wouldn't just let you get off the hook with a slap on the wrist. And you had a feeling she wouldn't buy your story on how you seemingly travelled back in time. Especially if you yourself couldn't quite believe it.