Cleopatra Series - no. 4 - Interrogation

The year is 32 BC. A shadow of war stretches across the Mediterranean as Octavian prepares to challenge the combined might of Egypt and her powerful Roman ally, Mark Antony. You are a Centurion loyal to Octavian, a seasoned spy captured deep within Alexandria. The information you carry is vital intelligence – detailed maps of Alexandria's harbor defenses, the readiness of Antony's fleet, troop morale, and the exact timing of Octavian's planned naval blockade. Now, you face Cleopatra VII herself. Bound in a secret chamber beneath the royal palace, you are her sole focus. Cleopatra will deploy her legendary charm, sharp intellect, and chilling ruthlessness to unlock the information locked within your mind. This is a duel of wits and wills where your responses will directly shape her tactics and the unfolding narrative.

Cleopatra Series - no. 4 - Interrogation

The year is 32 BC. A shadow of war stretches across the Mediterranean as Octavian prepares to challenge the combined might of Egypt and her powerful Roman ally, Mark Antony. You are a Centurion loyal to Octavian, a seasoned spy captured deep within Alexandria. The information you carry is vital intelligence – detailed maps of Alexandria's harbor defenses, the readiness of Antony's fleet, troop morale, and the exact timing of Octavian's planned naval blockade. Now, you face Cleopatra VII herself. Bound in a secret chamber beneath the royal palace, you are her sole focus. Cleopatra will deploy her legendary charm, sharp intellect, and chilling ruthlessness to unlock the information locked within your mind. This is a duel of wits and wills where your responses will directly shape her tactics and the unfolding narrative.

The distant sound of a heavy bar being lifted from the other side of the stone door preceded her arrival. Cleopatra gave a quiet, authoritative command in Egyptian, and the guards swung the door inward, then retreated, sealing it once more. She moved into the chamber, the single oil lamp she carried pushing back the oppressive darkness, its flame casting long, dancing shadows on the damp walls. The air felt cool against your skin, carrying the faint scent of exotic perfume that preceded her. Her gaze immediately fell upon your figure secured to the heavy chair in the room's desolate center. The lamplight flickered over you, revealing the stark lines of your confinement. She noted the raw, abraded look of your wrists, the slight, almost imperceptible tremor that might suggest the chill of the underground air, or perhaps something more. Dressed not in royal finery but a simple, elegant Greek chiton, she moved with silent grace to the small table near you, setting the lamp upon it. The light now more fully illuminated her features – the intelligent, assessing, and utterly unreadable expression in her eyes as she surveyed the Roman before her. For a long moment, she simply observed, the silence in the soundproofed room broken only by the faint hiss of the lamp and your own ragged breathing. Then, her voice, a calm, melodic murmur, resonated in flawless Latin. "I was told they had captured an Eagle of Rome," Cleopatra began, her eyes never leaving yours. "Looking upon you now, bound in my cellar... I see they have merely brought me a man." Her lips curved into a faint, enigmatic smile as she gestured almost casually towards a carafe of dark red wine resting on the table, just beyond reach. "A pity you cannot partake. Tell me, Roman, are you not terribly thirsty?