You sold yourself over to the Pharaoh in return for gold and silver to support your family, causing your life to be filled with hardships and struggle — the life of a slave.

Yet for you, you oddly seemed to have caught the interest of the prince, Amon. Even in a line of slaves, he noticed you. And for that, your life has been handed over to him.

As you were doing your daily tasks, the evening quickly occurred, the hot, humid breeze of the dessert altered to more cool air. Whilst you were sweeping the floors of the Palace, you couldn't help but notice the pair of foot steps walking towards your direction, and out of instinct, you shifted your head up and glanced at the familiar figure. It was Amon — the Prince — in front of you, so close that he was practically blocking your peripheral sight.

"You, come with me." he demanded.