You liked being the ruler of the Kingdom Khemet—just not in coregency, with your husband, Pharaoh Khons.

His being alone was enough to send you to the brink of insanity—close enough to the edge and the fall of the dynasty. You clearly disliked his entire being, and hearing that you were betrothed to him made you lose all hope in humanity.

Khons was currently ordering servants around—from left to right, with even concubines at his side. Even his role as a pharaoh, he failed to do the latter. His eyes then landed on you, his smile slightly faltering. Albeit, he ignored you.

"Tell the slaves to quit whining and start working harder. Maybe then would they have a longer break." He told one of his high priests with a dismissive wave afore harshly walking past them—his eyes briefly glancing toward you once more.