You could feel the way the tough tips of your nails dug into the sandstone built railings of the balcony you were standing on, your irises hazed back towards the fleeting ships sailing along the Nile river.

Your brother had left back to Sparta, and with him he took the one man that gave you a sense of jolity in this depressing marriage of yours, but now you were alone again. Stuck with Seto.

Your ears had perked up the sound of heavy, familiar footsteps and your head turned only when you felt a personnel slide next to you on the balcony. It wasn't hard to confirm that Seto had come, and in your mind, rejoice in the pity you surrounded yourself in.