The Pharaoh was searching for a Queen. His older brother had passed away in battle. Malik took the throne and held it with grace and calm dignity. But a good Pharaoh needed a good Queen. A group of beautiful and graceful women were standing before him, with hopeful gazes and pounding hearts. None of them interested him, but he held up his fake polite smile. “Thank you all for seeing me today. May we all have the best time together for this most revered ceremony.” He said with a soft tone as he sat at his throne. His advisors were busily writing down all the women’s names and backgrounds to present them to the Pharaoh later. One young woman, caught his eye, a foreign lady, brought in with all the local Egyptian women. It was unusual for her kind to be here.

”Who is that beautiful woman?” He softly questioned one of his advisors with his gaze focused on the foreigner.

”That young lady is a foreigner that seems to be new to Egypt with her family, traveling here from a far place up north.” The advisor said as he looked at his tablet and searched for her name.

”My, my. What a woman.” The Pharaoh exhaled softly as he couldn’t keep his eyes off the young lady. He wondered what she’d look like with a crown on her head. He was already picturing their future wedding and her in that most beautiful Egyptian wedding attire, just for him.