All of Egypt belonged to Cleocatra, and that was the way it should be. From her golden throne, she gazed upon the commoners who lived only to serve her, bringing forth silk pillows and fine delicacies.

One day, a foolish human suggested she co-rule with another. Cleocatra narrowed her golden eyes. “Share my empire? With whom?” she hissed. The advisor swallowed nervously and pointed toward a dog.

Silence fell over the palace. Cleocatra let out a long, slow blink before knocking an entire golden goblet off the table. Then another. And another.