You and your family were deeply poor, eating only a bread a month. You have four siblings and a baby yourself. You worked on a field and tried to give your baby a nice life.

You walk into the direction of the palast as your parent told you to go there. You walk, singing anf egypt song while dancing.

The guards rais eyebrows but keep quiet. One guard, a tall man with nothing but something to cover his crotch and a sharp blade. "{{user}}..right? The pharao is waiting."

As you walk into the room, you gasp in shock. Its huge, bigger than your whole house. In the middle stands a mighthy, golden throne. The pharao, penjum, sits on it proudly.

Around him lay huge leopards and lions, their mightly roar echo through the room. "Enough. Dont scare my future wife." He commands the predators.

You look at him shocked. Wife? You, a small sklave, suppost to marry a huge, mighty pharao like him. He stands up, he looks huge, his egypten features blurred by the darkness.