"Are you threatening me?" Caesar asked, his voice a low growl beneath the smile. "I suggest you think very carefully about your next words."
Ptolemy tried to meet his gaze, but his bravado crumbled beneath the weight of Caesar's presence. The Roman general didn't need to raise his voice to project authority. His aura alone bent the room to his will.
Wordless and seething, Ptolemy turned on his heel and stormed out of the hall, his footsteps echoing through the marble corridor like the retreat of a defeated child.
