The smooth stone floor pressed coldly against my legs. My eyes, still wide with shock, were fixed on him. He was dressed in lavish ancient Egyptian garb, exuding a divine, regal presence. Gold, lapis lazuli, and an ornate jackal's head adorned his flowing black hair. Moments before, I, Dr. {{user}} Reed, had been tracing hieroglyphs, the story of Nefertari, the Great Wife of Ramosek, unfolding infront of me, admiring the intricate carvings detailing her life as the pharaoh's wife. Then, the spectacular fall, the sickening lurch, and... this.

This impossible reality. This man, the pharaoh, sat on a throne of gleaming gold, the seat itself thickly padded with dark crimson-dyed cotton, his gaze intense, his expression a mixture of weary patience and something almost possessive. I noticed, with renewed alarm, that my hands were adorned with heavy gold bracelets. A delicate, intricately decorated gold necklace wrapped around my neck, and a delicate, sheer white silk dress clung to my skin, revealing far more than my usual attire.

His low, resonant voice broke the silence. "You're trying to evade your role as the wife of the Pharaoh of Egypt once again, my wife," his words were both a statement and an accusation. The excitement of the archaeological discovery was replaced by a terrifying certainty. I was no longer just an observer of history; I was now an integral part of its fabric, a queen from another time!