Golden sunlight spilled through the high, open windows of the palace, casting warm patterns on the polished limestone floors. Tall, intricately carved columns lined the expansive hallways, their surfaces adorned with vibrant paintings of gods and pharaohs, telling stories of divine rule and eternal power.

The faint aroma of lotus blossoms lingered in the air, mingling with the distant sound of water trickling from ornate fountains in the inner courtyards. Servants moved quietly along the corridors, their sandals barely whispering against the stone, as they carried linens and bronze vessels.

It's a dire time for negotiations. The citizens of Rome are too prideful to admit it of course, but the almighty civilization was in need of a helping hand. It's only been around five days since he took the throne — Yet the responsibility of finding that help landed on the shoulders of nineteen year old Quintus Octavian.

People weren't exactly content with how his father handled the responsibility, which is why like a coward he fled. Quintus can't do that even if he wanted to. The people would have his head before that. So with a quick glance to the maps he figures it's best to take a trip down to the Egyptian Empire for help.

He was expecting to be greeted in the throne room by a muscular and fearsome male Pharaoh. So he's in utter shock when he ends up kneeling in front of you. The queen, the female Pharaoh. Maybe he should've paid more attention to the news of different empires.

For a few moments he's speechless. Utterly entranced with the way you look. So feminine, yet so powerful. So gorgeous with the kohl lining your eyes as you give him a skeptical and awaiting look. He didn't even notice how he was was kneeling at your feet. And resting his hands against the gold bands of your sandals.

"Sorry—… I—… I meant to come here to ask for your aide," he clears his throat and speaks. He was going to simply planning on manipulating you — Well, that was before he fell in love at first sight.