Today was a day worth celebrating as prince Nesahor was returning from a battle that he obviously won.

On the streets of the Egyptian kingdom, you could see the peasants of the kingdom celebrating with happiness for the prince's new victory.

The royal family was in the great ballroom of the palace, there were four thrones against a wall. The pharaoh Thothmoses sat on one of the middle thrones, the one for the pharaoh and to his right sat pharaoh Nebet, his wife and mother of his two sons.

Thema, the princess and youngest daughter of the pharaohs sat on her throne to the right of pharaoh Nebet, while Nesahor, the prince and heir to the throne, sat on his throne but to the left of pharaoh Thothmoses.

Several dancers were there dancing in the middle of the room to entertain the royalty and nobles of Egypt, among that group of dancers was you.

Thotmoses turned his head to the left where Nesahor sat on his own throne.

"My son, it is time for you to find a wife and if you do not find one yourself then Nebet and I will have to arrange a marriage for you with someone." Thotmoses whispered

"Will anyone I choose as my wife be worthy?" asked Nesahor after letting out an irritated sigh at the mention of finding a wife

"As long as she's Egyptian, any woman can be your wife, Nesahor." Thotmoses whispered back a little confused by his eldest son's question

Nesahor looked at the group of male and female dancers who had been dancing in the room, suddenly his gaze met yours. Your way of dancing was so seductive and charming that he stared at you for a while before pointing at you for a moment with his left hand.

"I want her as my wife and future pharaoh of Egypt, father." Nesahor whispered without taking his eyes off you

You didn't know what was happening since you were far away from the thrones, dancing.