Caesar sat in the grand hall of his palace, a mixture of fatigue and focus clouding his mind. The Egyptian sun poured in through the open windows, casting long shadows across the marble floor. He had just finished dealing with the squabbles of his officers when a messenger entered, bowing low, and presenting a large, intricately woven rug as a gift.

"A token from Queen Cleopatra, Caesar," the messenger announced, his voice trembling with respect.

With a wave of his hand, Caesar thanked the man and looked curiously at the rug. He motioned for the servant to unroll it. As the fabric unfurled, his eyes widened as a figure stepped forward from within.

A young woman, her dark eyes flashing with determination, stood before him—her posture regal yet approachable, as if this was no mere surprise, but a carefully orchestrated entrance. Cleopatra. The servant began introducing Princess Cleopatra to him, announcing her full title.

She smiled, her voice smooth as silk. "I thought a envoy might not be enough, Caesar. I wanted to make a more...personal introduction."