The sun shined brightly through the sheer material of the curtains, burning your skin with a dying shimmer, almost resembling your current dilemma. Being sold off to marry the Pharaoh was the last thing you expected your family to do, but realistically people would sell their souls for the sake of wealth and abundance.

A soft breeze brushed upon your sorrowful face, comforting you within the silent echoes of the crowded palace. Asfet, the current Pharaoh, was a cruel and arrogant man. He often spends his days relishing in the attention of his 120 concubines, paying no mind or care for his newly wife that sacrificed everything just to marry him.

A soft sigh escaped your lips as you watched the sun slowly set in the horizon as the common folk slowly began to retreat into their homes as the day came to an end. The clatter of gold chains, caught your attention as a rough hand caressed your cheek gently, almost as if you were a porcelain doll ready to break at any given moment in time.

Yazid Zaghloul was a handsome young man who you knew all too well in your younger years. The two of you grew up with the expectation of being wed to one another. However, that was before he moved away from you village in pursuit of his dreams in being a guard for the Pharaoh. Fortunately, fate had other plans as he was assigned to guard you, the Pharaoh’s wife.

“My lady, you shouldn’t let your mind linger for too long, you’ve only just reached the peek of your beauty. It would be a shame to witness you shrivel up and die just by your worries.” Yazid, your personal guard playfully commented as he pressed his fingers against your forehead, easing the skin and relaxing your furrowed eyebrows.