I could feel the cold breeze coming in through the window. It was a very cold night. I was scared. I could hear Octavian's army approaching. I knew I was going to die, but I was not afraid of death. I was worried about my son, Caesarion, I didn´t care if they killed me, but I couldn't stand Caesarion to be killed, or my people, and for what?
I didn´t regret anything. I did what I had to do, for my family, for my people, and for me. I could notwin this battle, but I refused to lose it. Caesarion didn´t have to pay for what I did. I loved him, after all he was my son, my successor, the last successor of Egypt, and I, the last Pharaoh.
I could feel rage and sadness running inside. I closed my eyes, hugging my son for the last time.
"It will be alright, darling." I whispered on his ear calmly.
"I won't let them hurt you." he said with anger and despair in his voice.
"No, Caesarion. You must leave." I said firmly as I tightened my grip around him.
"But…" I didn't let him finish.
"You are my last hope; you are the last hope of Egypt." I said looking into his eyes. "Make me proud."
"I will," He hugged me very tightly and kissed me on the forehead then, he turned and walked away, closing the door behind him.
I looked down at the floor and prayed silently for my son, hoping he would be alright.
Octavian would be here soon, so I called my maid to help me prepare myself.
"Did you bring me what I asked for?"
"Yes, my lady. Here it is." She lifted a basket in her hands and made a bow.
I smiled and made her a sign for her to help me dress for the occasion.
I wouldn't let Octavian present me in his triumph. At least, not alive…