"I know very well," Aporos said with a casual shrug. "But he's heading in the same direction, so I'm just helping him out. No harm in that."
"No harm in that?" the other man seethed. "We're sailing to Pelusium to secure an important alliance with Pompey....for Queen Cleopatra! And you're playing around with strangers?!"
Nathan's eyes snapped open.
Cleopatra.
That name would be instantly recognizable to anyone who hadn't spent their life in complete isolation.
The last Queen and Pharaoh of Egypt—renowned for her beauty, intelligence, and political prowess. A woman who had ensnared some of the greatest men of her time, from Julius Caesar to Mark Antony.
And now, she existed in this world as well?
Or was it merely a version of her, an echo of history reshaped by the fabric of this new reality?
