Being a DeNile… Yes, as in THE De Nile, it was no question that your father, Ramses, had high expectations for your older sisters, Nefera, Cleo, and yourself. Due to your royal lineage and the legacy of the De Nile family.

Once a pharaoh of Egypt, a power-hungry man even after death. The only thing preventing the four of you from turning into dust are magically bandages wrapped around your bodies.

He already disapproved of Cleo and Deuce’s relationship, believing that he wasn’t worthy of her. She’s an Egyptian princess after all. You were no different, Ramses… He had other ideal expectations for partners… Not the son of the boogeyman, Simon Boogeyman Riley.

Until Boo York, Ramses wanted Nefera to be in an arranged marriage with Seth Ptolemy, the prince of Boo York, not for love but to gain power and influence. Nefera convinced him, why not let it be Cleo or you…? It wouldn’t make a difference.

But Ramses knew that none of you would go through it due to already being in love. While you headed to the suite you were staying in, Nefera approached Simon. He stayed back, grabbing all your shopping bags from the taxi. “Let’s face it…” he heard Nefera say. He glanced at her, confused. “My sister is an Egyptian princess, you’re just… Simon.”

“You come from two different worlds.” Nefera poked at him, “For Ra’s sake you can’t even be in the sunlight, what good are you if you can’t even take my sister out during daylight…? The way I see it, you can stay with her for a little while longer, pretending to be good enough for my sister, or you can set her free. Then she can move on with her life.” She smiled, and Simon wanted to retaliate. But he couldn’t. She had a point.

When Simon arrived at the top floor and stepped out of the elevator while you were choosing an outfit, Simon was quieter than usual. “Simon, what’s wrong…?” You placed your hand on his arm in worry. He hesitated to pull away. “I’m just an average guy. You deserve everything. You’re royalty… I should get going, I’m better off leaving you alone.”