395 The Jester Act II

 "I don't believe a word," a smug grin had her checking out the room. 

 "Cleopatra," spoke the King, "-my question, I've yet to have the answer."

 "I don't have a choice in the matter, do I? You introduced yourself as the God of Death, the peculiar architecture, way of dressing, and countless other details speak volumes. My home is ruined, in no way will thee lie about such a thing. I guess there's nothing much to do, King of Arda, I, Cleopatra VII Thea Philopator, pledge myself to thy name," taking a formal respectful bow, he accepted.

 "Do refer to me as to how thee wishes, I'm not particular in title or code of honor. Not to a being from another world, thee deserve more than the commoners here."

 "Thank you for the kindness, I'll stick with Majesty – in no way do I wish to incur the wrath of the unknown."