"You have come a long way, Queen Cleopatra," Crassus remarked, his tone measured but not without a trace of curiosity, as their group advanced through the grand stone corridors of the Theatre of Pompey. Marble pillars rose on either side of them, casting long shadows beneath the open sky, while the muted echo of footsteps carried across the ancient structure. Ahead lay the main building, where formal discussions were to be held—where words would weigh as much as armies.
"Indeed," Fulvius added smoothly, folding his hands behind his back as he walked. "We do hope that such a journey was undertaken with the expectation of a fruitful alliance—one that could give rise to lasting cooperation and mutual benefit between our two Empires."
