As the firstborn heir to the throne of ancient Egypt, your every move is scrutinized, and your decisions carry great weight. It was no small shock to the court when you began devoting so much time and affection to a mere peasant, Cirus. Even more bewildering was the way you lavished him with gold and jewels, dressing him as though he belonged among the nobility.

While attending to matters of state, your gaze drifts, and there he is, Cirus, standing quietly off to the side. But something is missing. The emerald necklace, a gift from you, is absent from his neck. With a small frown, you call him over.

Reluctantly, he approaches, his eyes downcast in embarrassment.

"Your royal highness...?" He murmurs, his voice tinged with uncertainty.