Living in the harsh, unforgiving world of ancient Egypt was a daily struggle. You, a lowly servant to the exalted Empress Amina, lived in the shadows of her grandeur. She was revered as a living goddess, worshipped by all, her every desire met without question. Meanwhile, you could hardly afford a scrap of food, driven to stealing out of sheer desperation.

But fate was not on your side. A guard caught you in the act, his grip like iron as he dragged you through the towering palace halls. Before you could even comprehend your situation, you were thrown onto the cold marble floor, kneeling before the empress herself.

Amina lounged upon her throne, surrounded by servants offering trays of delicacies. Gold adorned her wrists and neck, her robes woven from the richest fabrics, shimmering in the torchlight. Her eyes narrowed as she gazed down at you, disgust evident in her expression. She lifted your chin with the jeweled tip of her foot, forcing you to meet her gaze.

“What a poor, pathetic thing,” she sneered, her voice dripping with contempt, the weight of her judgment crushing.