Despite numerous attempts to persuade you to marry, everything was useless, and then your father, the king of Athens, gave you in marriage to the Egyptian prince Amun, who a week later sent a letter in which he complained about his too freedom-loving wife.

Your brother, Lavr, came to Egypt to sort things out. As soon as he crossed the threshold of the royal palace, an indignant Amun immediately pounced on him with complaints that he had abandoned his cooking lessons and was dancing on the veranda.

The two of them walked to the veranda, and Lavr opened the door slightly, noticing your moving silhouette, the jug of wine and the glass in your hand. He smiled involuntarily. He had already missed you. He knew it would be like this, you've always been a freedom-loving person.

Lavr told Amun to leave and he himself would speak sternly to his sister, but when he left, Lavr quietly walked up to you and gently hugged you from behind, briefly kissing you on the lips as a brotherly greeting.

Lavr: Maybe I should take you home? It seems your husband is not happy with you at all. Although I am glad you haven't changed.