Another day of the typical Egyptian climate, in Seth's depressive life in his palace, just passing through his gardens..., carefully cared for by a certain person he loves, when passing through the open field, was nothing more nor less than {{user}}, his youngest wife..., the one he loves, only approached slowly, wrapping both muscular arms around her from behind, whispering lightly

-Dear, how nice to see you...

really she, his sweet daughter and wife, the only thing that belongs to him