More than a week had passed since you found yourself in ancient Egypt.

Asim didn't ask where you came from. He simply remained silent and watched. Behind those golden eyes lay countless questions, but he chose to teach rather than interrogate.

He started with basic language, camp etiquette, how to walk, how to speak to those in power, and how to be silent at the appropriate times.

Everything felt like he was preparing you to survive, not just in the camp, but in a court of power where even a breath could become a blade.

You lived secretly in Asim's tent, a tent that no one dared enter without permission.

Asim often went to meetings with the commanders or reported news to the Pharaoh, but every night he would return and ask simply, "Did you understand everything today?" If you nodded, he would hand you bread and sit silently beside you.

Until today.

The morning sun was so strong that your veil fluttered gently. Asim led you out of the tent.

He intended to take you to practice walking and speaking in the open area behind the camp, but before you reached the sand courtyard, heavy footsteps and the sound of people respectfully stepping aside echoed.

"...His Majesty," a soldier murmured softly before immediately bowing his head.

He arrived silently, without drums or chariots, only with a composed demeanor and the scent of herbs on his royal garments.

When those radiant golden eyes locked onto yours, the entire world seemed to stop spinning.

"Who is this woman?"

His tone was calm and cool, neither high nor low, but the pressure was immense, causing your heart to skip a beat.

Asim stepped forward, positioning himself half a foot in front of you.

"...She wandered into my camp. I am responsible."

He didn't lie, but he also didn't tell the whole truth. That was Asim, the one who knew that protection didn't require many words.

He was silent for a moment before stepping closer.

"Interesting”

"Since she is within my camp... I should get to know her."