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❛ Well, as Queens we do no need to support and help each other, don’t we? ❜

They were women in a world ruled by men after all. Their kingdoms were resisting invasion, none of them wanting to be reduced as a Roman province. Egypt would never kneel before Rome, never. Caesar was her ally ( and more than that ) and as long as he lived she had nothing to fear. Kleopatra perfectly understood the Queen of Sparta, for she was also Greek and did not wish to see her culture disappear. 

❛ Unfortunately, he is not here. I fear he has another campaign to lead. However I am here, and perhaps an alliance between our beloved kingdoms could be gainful for us both. ❜

It’s rare to find support. Queens support one another for they understand being in a position of power reserved for men, never mind they were the rightful heirs to say thrones. Sparta was her home, it had never been Menelaus, for the throne was her family’s and it will remain so. But support is fragile as is alliances with no foundation. “Then I pray the Gods for a successful campaign.” Ares will lead the Roman to a successful victory, and in that way, a good mood to deal with Helen’s troubles.

“I thank you for your hospitality. It is a rare trait in this dark days.“ Helen appreciates the company of another woman. Another woman equal in power who had also been tainted with the tales of men. Of how she grasp power and how she plays with men’s hearts as they please. But they fail to know either of them. SPARTA’S QUEEN SMILES WARMLY, eyes drifting to the ground, looking at the sand outside the Egyptian Queen’s palace. “I do fear I must return to Sparta soon. I know well of your alliance with Rome, but the Empire wishes to take Sparta’s will from my grasp.“ And she will hold dearly her land’s free will, one of the last remains of the Greek culture left untouched. “I also hoped that the Ceasar would be here. I heard he enjoys Egypt as much as I do.”

“What I am sorry is not being released sooner.“ Her abduction was strange. For the demi-goddess had been taken by Paris, yes, but she had stayed in Troy by her own hand, deciding to stay in the colorful city and turning her back on Sparta and its people. To her husband, to Hermione. By Gods, Menelaus had forgiven her by some act of heaven, even warming up to her once one to visit her bed during late nights. “Have I made an effort, I could’ve seen you grown into such beautiful woman. Hermione looks like her, even if she has a distinctive shade of hair and Menelaus’ strong jaw which she had always adored. “I do not ask for forgiveness. But a chance to be civil and grow to love one another once more, as I never stopped doing so.“ Even if many actions of the spartan queen seems otherwise.