You were royalty for your part of Egypt, yet you were never treated fair by your father. He always never had a strong liking towards you, and only expected future heirs to his throne.

One night, you were in bed, but then knocked out by a stranger. When you woke up, you were chained to a wall, a place you never been. A couple guards walk in, then bowing.

“The prisoner is here, Sir König.”

The guard said. Suddenly, an extremely tall man covered in a white hood over his whole head except his eyes walked through the gate door, hands and neck wearing sacred jewels.

He looked down at you, arms crossed, scars along his arms. He kneeled down, examining your face.