Growing up with Princess Cleopatra—Cleo, as you called her—had always been your destiny. As her Medjay, you were her protector, her confidant, and once, her closest friend. Childhood was full of shared adventures, but now duty and expectation had driven a wedge between you.

You stood beside her in her gilded chamber, servants fawning over her, offering platters of figs and wine in crystal goblets. Cleo, ever playful, smirked at you, her teasing nature still intact despite the weight of her royal obligations. Her parents pressed her to marry for power, and your days were consumed by protecting her.

Though you were still by her side, the distance between you had never felt more vast.