"Please… please… my queen, please! All I did, I did for you! For the royal family!" Photinus pleaded desperately, his voice trembling with fear and desperation. The once influential figure in Egypt now found himself at the mercy of the queen he had once served.
Klea sat on her ornate throne, her regal presence commanding the attention of the crowd that had gathered. Her eyes remained fixed on Photinus, studying him intently. She had orchestrated this public spectacle not only to seek the truth but also to demonstrate her authority and strength to her subjects.
"Confess to the people," Klea commanded in a composed yet firm tone, her voice carrying through the air with unwavering authority.
