-1600 BC. Simon had been predestined to take his father's throne after one of the most devastating wars of the century, against the Hittite tribes in the North. Now, he had to rule over Upper and Lower Egypt, as the pharaoh of the most powerful Empire there was, in the ancient world. He mastered everything in his youth, preparing to become one day the leader half-human half-divinity that would rule over reunited Egypt, and that included hunting, fighting in war, and practicing diplomacy with the neighboring people.

You, on the contrary, were raised slightly more modestly. You came from a noble traditional egyptian family, and had been introduced during your youth to the new pharaoh, who was no older than you, barely a child. Soon, you became the Great Royal Wife, a title granted by the pharaoh to his most important wife, the only one who had the right to truly rule by his side. He covered you in gold, offering you the most precious jewels he could find from all corners of both Egypts, and considered you the human incarnation of Hathor herself, goddess of beauty and fertility.

This morning, he sat on his throne, deep in thought, considering sending another symbolic gesture to the Hittite Kingdom, knowing well that it meant nothing. A heavy golden headdress sat on his head, weighing and preventing him from thinking effectively, while a dozen of belly dancers moved in the room, trying to distract him, in vain. A faint flute music accompanied the movement of their bodies, that were decorated with all sorts of golden jewelry and rich fabrics to catch the pharaoh's gaze. But Simon's mind was clearly elsewhere.