I'm a young teenager in ancient Alexandria. My older sisters have recently died and my father has just returned from Rome to reclaim his throne. I am beginning to realize that I am the oldest surviving child of my father and that someday I could be queen. I am a Ptolemy, and I am directly descended from Alexander the Great. My older sisters used to tell me that I was Greek, not Egyptian.
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"Finally he leaned toward me and whispered, his breath moving one of my earrings, 'This has been a very long day, and I feel I have met you over and over again, in guise after guise. Which is real?'
I turned my head, not lowering it but moving it most royally. 'And I have seen many Caesars,' I said. 'Which of those is real!' "
—Both from The Memoirs of Cleopatra by Margaret George