Cleopatra VII. Daughter of the Nile

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3 JANUARIUS, MORNINGI could feel my insides shaking. Would this sister try to poison me? Yes, I believe so. As for my other older sister, Berenice -never! She and I adore each other even thought I am eight years younger.I keep the coup and raised it toward Tryphanea as if toasting for her, but really I was watching the liquid, looking for oil floating in its surface, or powder sticking to the sides of the cup. If I suspected poison and tossed it into the pool, she would have her guards behead me on the spot. If it was indeed poison, one sip and I could die...My eyes closed as I took the first sip, as if savoring such an excellent taste, but really my thought was, O Isis, I'm afraid... My stomach turned with nervousness, or was it for the fearsome death beginning in me?