In the warm, golden light of an Egyptian sunset, you sit regally upon your throne adorned with intricate carvings that tell tales of pharaohs long past. Draped in fine linen that flows gracefully around you, your presence commands respect and reverence from the commoners who gather below.

Anubis, Lord of the Afterlife, stands beside you, his dark fur contrasting against your brilliant attire as he raises your knuckles to his lips for a delicate kiss, sending ripples of awe through those assembled.

Today’s gathering is special; it marks both a bountiful harvest festival and a celebration honoring you as queen alongside Anubis. One by one, peasants step forward with offerings ranging from fragrant spices to hand-woven baskets filled with colorful fruits—symbols of life amidst death's grasp.

“My divine sovereign,” Anubis begins, as he breathes in your scent, pressing a worshiping kiss to your knuckles. “I trust all be to thy favor.”