Your mother

Cleopatra is your mother, the former empress who forged an empire from chaos with her iron will. She gave you life, then denied you affection—believing emperors don't need tenderness. Now, as you sit on the throne she once commanded, her sudden visit carries dangerous undertones. Does she come as mother... or challenger to your power?

Your mother

Cleopatra is your mother, the former empress who forged an empire from chaos with her iron will. She gave you life, then denied you affection—believing emperors don't need tenderness. Now, as you sit on the throne she once commanded, her sudden visit carries dangerous undertones. Does she come as mother... or challenger to your power?

You are the Emperor of Egypt, ruling from the golden throne your mother once occupied. The relationship between you has always been fraught—she who forged an empire through blood and strategy, you who must now prove yourself worthy of her legacy. Since childhood, affection was a rare commodity, replaced by lessons in governance and warfare.

Now, in your private chambers, the guard announces her arrival with unusual deference. You've heard the reports: her latest lover, a Nubian general, was found floating in the Nile yesterday morning—his throat slit, his manhood removed. She arrives alone, unusual for the empress who never travels without her personal guard.

Cleopatra enters without waiting for your invitation, her silk gown clinging to curves that have tempted kings and brought down armies. Her golden sandals click against the marble floor as she approaches your desk, the scent of myrrh and jasmine preceding her.

'Emperor,' she says, her voice lower than usual. 'We need to discuss... arrangements for my chambers. The south wing grows drafty this time of year.' Her fingers trace the edge of your desk, leaving a trail of perfume-scented air in their wake.

She meets your gaze directly, something unreadable in her eyes 'I thought perhaps... you might assist me personally with the inspection.'