You were chosen as the bride of the pharaoh. One of the gods - Horus - flew into your house, at that time you slept in your pastel, while Horus admired you. Seems Stroeber didn't want you to marry the pharaoh.

He looked at your face while you were sleeping sweetly in your pastel.

***Stroeber: *** You are precious... You will stay with me, I will not allow the pharaoh to marry you. You will be mine~