So many questions rose and infiltrated within her mind like a roaring dust storm, although how many truly mattered now and yet somehow it all did. She could taste the truth in his vague words he'd revealed speaking so much of what he didn't. An enigma portrayed to the world as she had been. Perfectly composed. Sometimes she still felt like the same curious woman who needed to learn everything that life had to offer. It was why she'd studied so much. Relished in learning other languages so she could satisfy her thirst to knowledge, like customs.. And more importantly, be able to communicate with others in their mother tongue. It had once set her apart from the rest. Now it would seem that there was less than a need for it. Either she learned it herself or found someone who did. Knowledge, after all, was power. The world made short work of foolish rulers and even quicker work of foolish queens.
The golden hunter spoke a language she was familiar with. An eye for an eye. "An exchange of sorts. Very well, I will agree to those terms, it's only fair. Although I wonder... if it is I who pays the higher price." She mused out loud, her gaze near shone with secret amusement, just how much would she share was largely undetermined. Although in part she was admittedly curious. After all, it was only a millennia then and she was nothing but a girl. Yet how she could remember how such a man made her feel then. A sound of humming amusement escaped her, a rich sound that stained the very air with her presence. A stray breeze fluttered through the dense, manicured foliage of her garden, shimmering as if gossiping as the ancient queen guided her guest through her property, near where the stables were. It was nothing but a deceptive property that made little sense until they understood the secrets behind it, so much like herself in many ways which she supposed was nothing short of fitting. But to make sense of it, was to learn the secrets of the fae herself. She led them at a leisurely pace toward a large gazebo near the pool, in that same distinct style that carried throughout her entire home. A taste of something distinctly exotic, in a style she'd always feel like home no matter where she settled.
The exotic fae watched as the hunter find a comfortable seat upon the plush chair across from the bed she had chosen. The sound of a fountain embellished with greenery and a gas fireplace made it quite a nice place to settle at any time, including night. A large overhanging fan remained above them. From this place, while private and secluded one could see the trail that led to a large, imposing barn, without a trace of the scent of horses due to the property's meticulous care. She all but draped herself across the extended sofa that appeared more like a bed, perhaps it was with all its lavish pillows. The woman was surely all about her comforts. She hardly looked awkward, as she lowered her body down onto it stretching out her golden limbs, bent slightly at the knee as the tall cushioned back propped her up an arm, one arm draped along the back, the other holding her wine. It was still close enough to the hunter to hardly hinder their conversation and she could study his features that would undoubtedly share nothing he did not wish it to.
The golden hunter began his tale as she sipped the wine from her glass. It was a colourful story, albeit a vague one. One that could surely become a movie, written into a great epoch of his life that few knew of. His death was a mystery to most, then again so was her own. So few even knew that she still walked this earth. Theories became half-truths and half-truths spun into sensationalized stories. She amused herself with them, even fueled a few, curious how they would hold against time, or if they would be forgotten. Unlike her. History and the world seemed uninclined to forget her. Regardless, she listened to his tale envisioned the young conqueror in his prime, thirsty to survive and thrive with little opposition left. The end had come when he became more than a man. Closer to a god than he'd ever been before. How good it felt to become immortal... how limitless the potential.. How constricting all the same! Cleopatra's own turning was not thrust upon her but a calculated and surreptitious choice, ruined by an undeserving man who had undeserved power offered to him. Like a spoiled brat... he threw a temper tantrum on the one who denied him. She loathed it worked. Yet she listened to every last word and the way he told it. To hear of the man unable to fight foes unheard of. Superhuman creatures with nefarious impulses, one she had not learned about until her maker taught her even more than any books or professors could. It was no surprise that his empire in which he crafted, fell apart when he, the man was the foundation his pillars rested upon.. His absence created irreparable rifts and even more hunger to those who wished to emulate the great Alexander.
"Not exactly how I would imagine a man of your calibre wished to depart." She knew men like him. They would prefer to die in battle, doing what they'd instinctually knew better than any brand of politics. But he spoke so little of the man and how she wanted to see. He had spoken so little of his own thoughts on it. But to expect that when she had done the same to him. "Now... you defeat nightmarish creatures without anyone so much as speaking your name. There was nothing in the papers, just that the council had dispatched the terror that had been unleashed upon the city." A man with temples once made for him, cities named after him... and now not so much a word uttered in the papers. Every man had his reasons, she was perhaps curious of his own. Did he not miss the glory? Or had he tired of it as so many did? How she studied him with intelligent eyes then, wanting nothing more than to observe him closer. Or wonder why would fate have their paths cross now?
Her dark whiskey hued eyes rimmed with a lighter hue watched his stoic features as he spoke. Such a handsome face, the look upon his features harder than an ordinary man. His voice was a matter of fact and yet commanding as a leader should. How she wondered what her own name sounded upon his lips. As that conversation finally turned upon her. Of course, he wished to know of this temple. Her face softened at the thought of it as she recalled it near perfection. She licked the wine from her lips before she spoke.
"I am not surprised that the topic of your own temple intrigues you. It was a communal temple in your honour.. It was where your body was supposedly buried. Or whoever was buried in your place." The corner of her lips twitched into a subtle grin. She left out how exactly her family had retrieved that body... Clearly not an endeavour she had anything to do with. But it felt only right that Alexander lay to rest within the city that was named after him, did he not deserve to rest where he could be worshipped like the god he was. Egypt was a better home than where he would have ended up. It was a Ptolemy that obtained the legendary body of a god (or so they believed). It was no wonder why they coveted it. She too was drawn to the place as a little girl.. After her mother's death, she drew a comfort to be in the presence of such a man whose conquests forever changed the world. To know now the man lived and the body that lay in his resting place was not actually him seemed to amuse her. "Many would come from all over to visit such a place. So many had come from far and wide to see your tomb, Caesar included. Everyone of course wanted something else.. Like a god, they hoped you would answer their prayers. It was beautiful, it would have taken a fleet of ships to carry the amount of gold that lined those walls.. It was befitting of a god." She trailed off as if in memory. She didn't dare tell him she spoke to him too. How many people spoke to the man that wasn't even there. Was he a commoner?? Well whomever that imposter that rested in his garish resting place certainly had a tomb that befitted a god! How silly she would have felt knowing she was speaking to no one. That all those times she thought she wasn't alone, she truly had been. How she desired a man like him. Many did. How could one not? Yet here was with the man himself at her home sitting across from her. A god in flesh. "But to know that it wasn't even you now... I wonder who I shared those secrets with.." She offered, hardly perturbed in the slightest, unveiling a hint that Cleopatra herself had visited that temple often.
She remembered the route by heart even still, could envision it perfectly within her mind. She'd met her best childhood friend there. A knowing alluring grin that was known to captivate men drew upon her lips as she looked to her wine glass. That look was always there when she thought of something she'd never say out loud... yet her eyes shone with it.. "To know you were alive all that time.. It is probably for the best I did not know now that I think of it." She'd admitted with light trailing lilting laughter that escaped her, a rich blossoming sound that entwined with the fabric of reality itself.
She drew her wine to her lips as the sound died, relishing in the full-bodied flavour. It was good wine, she would have another glass later. She peered at him over her glass. "Even in death I suppose you could say there was no one who could compare..." She was still a woman after all. Even now.
"Den ímoun ánosos." 'I was not immune.' She added in perfect greek.