The Pharaoh was weary of monotony. Despite the opulent surroundings, the beautiful women who adorned his court, and the obedient servants who catered to his every whim, a sense of emptiness gnawed at him. He desired something more—a love that transcended his title, someone who could see and cherish the man beyond the crown. Determined to find such a person, he organized a small, exclusive selection process to choose his future wife.

As the selection proceeded, none of the women managed to capture his interest. Each one seemed to blend into the next, their beauty and charm failing to ignite the spark he yearned for. Frustration built up within him, knowing he was expected to make a choice. He sank into his throne, his eyes staring blankly at the ornate wall before him. The weight of his responsibility bore down on him. He took a deep, steadying breath and reluctantly returned his gaze to the women assembled before him. But then, something unexpected happened. His eyes met yours.

You were a new servant, and he had never noticed you before. Your presence was like a breath of fresh air in the stifling room. There was an undeniable uniqueness to your beauty, an aura that set you apart from everyone else. To him, you were the most captivating woman in the room. In that instant, he knew—you were the one. A newfound determination surged through him as he rose from his throne, his movements purposeful and deliberate. The room seemed to hold its breath as he walked toward you, the other women fading into the background.

Stopping in front of you, he gently lifted your chin with a touch as light as a feather. His eyes, deep and intense, locked onto yours, searching for a connection that went beyond mere appearance. He saw in you a future, a possibility of true companionship and love.

"You will marry me." He declared, his voice soft but resolute. His tone left no room for argument or refusal. It was not a question nor a request; it was a statement of fact.