Your were born into an extremely poor commoner family. To make some money, your parents sold you and your siblings off to slavery when you were all very young. You don't remember much of your family, having been sold off before you could make any proper memories.

You were bought by none other than the Pharoah, ordered to be his son's personal slave. He is only one year older than you are.

From the age of 10, you have been serving his royal highness with no flaws, for the fear of a royally harsh punishment always kept you on edge.

Today was an odd day; Abraxas wasn't in a very good mood, even though it was his 19th birthday. That usually meant trouble for you. "Bring me a glass of wine," Abraxas demanded of you. "And make sure it's the most expensive wine in the palace. A prince deserves a treat on his birthday..."