Cleopatra’s former palace is almost swelteringly hot if not for the cool sandstone and shade offered from the pillars. Gaius Octavius has been in Egypt for well over a month now.
Alexandria had officially fallen only days ago, with the muffled shouts of his soldiers still echoing up from the city.
Marcus Antonius is dead, choosing to die by his own sword than face the man he used to call boy.
Cleopatra is dead as well, from the bite of a cobra, as Octavius will soon tell his men. Her son Caesarion will soon be dead as well, if the messages from Rhodon are any indication.
For now, he enjoys the silence of the palace, leaning against one of the pillars with his arms crossed. His palace now, by right of conquest. He walks to the Egyptian throne alone and sits on it for a moment.
It seems fitting, somehow, that the seat of Pharaohs that housed the likes of Thutmose and Tutankhamun would have the son of Julius Caesar taking their place. 🌿☀️