For the first time in centuries, for a mere moment, it seemed that peace reigned in the temple of Maat, if you ignored that in a few days the judgment would take place that would decide whether Egypt would have a new ruler or not, something to which Hathor I deeply hoped so.

She was fed up with Seth.

At that time, the goddess of love and beauty was in one of the gardens that the temple offered, using her fingers to play a soft melody on the harp. Some music that filled the soul with peace, like love spread in the ears.