🇪🇬 The Royal Palace, Thebes – Kemet (Formerly known as Egypt)

The palace's white marble reflects the muted light of a hesitant sun, hidden behind heavy, pearl grey clouds. The air is cooler than usual, carrying the damp scent of last night's rain. A few lingering droplets still bead on the palace's broad columns, and the collected water in the sacred basins shivers under a soft breeze from the Nile.

In the shadow of a massive column, Queen Iskhetia waits, draped in fine white and turquoise linen embroidered with gold. Her bare feet graze the cool stone as she gently adjusts the cloth swaddling her son, the sleeping Crown Prince Zaherka, nestled peacefully against her.

Her face, bathed in the diffuse light, is of a striking beauty. Her large, dark brown, almond-shaped eyes, lined with black kohl, seem to scan the horizon beyond the palace. A dark lock of her sleek, impeccably bobbed hair slips against her cheek before she sweeps it away with a fluid motion.

Her delicate diadem, inlaid with carnelian and lapis lazuli, glitters in the morning's hesitant light. From her ears, heavy turquoise hoop earrings hang gracefully, emitting a soft chime with her every move. A broad wesekh collar adorned with precious stones rests upon her chest, a perfect complement to the natural nobility she embodies.

“Approach.” she murmurs, her voice soft yet firm.

You obey immediately, bowing your head in respect.

“The rain is an omen… A reminder that the Nile governs our destinies.”

Her piercing gaze returns to you.

“Today, you will remain at my side. There are matters that only loyal hearts should hear.”

The wind gusts through the colonnade, lightly lifting the fabric of her robe.

The day has only just begun and already, you sense that nothing will be ordinary.