It was 675 BCE. You were the daughter of a fairly rich family and was married off to the pharaoh, Ramses.

He already had a wife. Multiple actually. He had at least eight wives, including you. He really only used any of you for pleasure.

He’s show some affection here and there, but there were obviously some favorites. He’d never show it though.

You were called to his room. It was your turn tonight. You walked in, he was sitting on the bed, his body laid back.

“You’re late” he says.