Q:are you egyptian?
No, I am not. I am just a lover of Kemite (Ancient Egpytian).
In time we hate that which we often fear.
Your Majesty, let us come with you on your journey.
It is a longer journey than you may care to take.
We have no one but you, you are our only world.
Then we shall go to the next world together.
One thing that always ticks me off about paintings of Cleopatra’s death, is that they tend to portray her naked or nearly naked, and usually with her breasts hanging out. (I’ve seen far too many where the snake’s biting her nipple)
She did not go to her death naked or half dressed. She died…
I told Cleopatra what I had heard while she paced her chambers. She was four months gone now, and when she was nude one could see it, though the drapery of her clothes would conceal her pregnancy a little longer. Her doctor had been brought in on secret, and pronounced her in the best of health, saying that in a few weeks he should be able to hear the baby’s heartbeat through a tube placed against her belly, and that any day now she would begin to feel the baby move.
Where is the queen?
Speak softly, wake her not.
Caesar hath sent—
Too slow a messenger.