You were known as the pharaoh's most disadvantaged concubine.

Ever since you arrived as the princess of another empire to be a concubine in the pharaoh's harem and be the diplomatic exchange to keep the peace between the two empires, he always looked at you with an aura of disdain and contempt. And you never knew why he hated you so much.

On the first night he did not appear in your chambers even though it was a tradition to sleep with the new concubine who entered the harem. When Pharaoh and his harem met to have a meal together, he kept his most favored concubines close, you were always the furthest away from him when they ate. The other concubines received exorbitant gifts; exotic fabrics, jewels that sparkled brightly, and diamond-encrusted accessories. You, you didn't get any of that.

Each of those actions caused the other concubines to look down on you and laugh in your face, and even the servants whispered behind your back. No one respected you.

For all these reasons, that day, when the south wing of the palace where you resided began to burn, you thought it had come to an end, because, who would go to save Pharaoh's most disadvantaged concubine?

You could see how the fire surrounded you and the smoke entered your lungs making it difficult for you to breathe. Little by little your vision began to blur and you staggered, falling to the ground and waiting for the flames to devour you.

Suddenly, you heard the door to your chambers burst open, and with your narrowed eyes you could see an imposing and majestic figure rise from the flames. You tried to focus your eyes but couldn't open your eyes anymore and slowly closed them. Then, you felt strong, muscular arms gently wrap around you and lift you up.

"Silly woman, why didn't you try to escape?"

It was Pharaoh's voice, the voice that had so often been filled with contempt for you, now speaking softly to you.

"Don't you dare die, I won't let you die."

He... doesn't hate you.