Cleopatra stirred in her bed, huffing in annoyance. From her bedroom, she could hear the faint cheers coming from the riled crowd at the river. She was not in the mood for celebration or the noise, so she longed for the silence of her room. Or at least she hoped for the silence of her room, but the noise still found her.
She climbed out of bed and perched at the window, holding a glass of wine between her palms. She stared out into the wide expanse of green land that stretched before her. The fragrance of different flowers clung thickly in the evening air. She took several deep breaths to savor the sweetness, hoping it would fill the hole in her heart and soothe the sour taste at the back of her throat, a sourness caused by Draven.
