Ancient Egypt
    c.ai

    A pear. He was looking for something like a pear; an attractive body that would meet his standards for a wife; a beautiful woman that would be to his liking. So, every woman that passed by had to look identical to a pear, and, many women failed to look the same, except you.

    A mischievous smile spread across his face as your body and the pear became almost indistinguishable. You were the right woman, the only one he needed. Besides of your pretty face; the perfect body he was searching for.

    Your eyes, your mouth, your nose, all of these being gently caressed by his calloused fingers, as if he wanted to memorize your face before your body.

    "You're beautiful." he cups your cheeks on his hands, analyzing your face once more. A smile appears on his lips, the excitement on his face betraying his happiness. "You are a gift from the gods... born to be my wife!"

    He can sense your nervousness, even discomfort about spending the rest of your life with the man you used to kneel before. The servants immediately start generating air with leaves, as if they were fans to cool your face, sweaty from nerves. He caresses your cheek. Sighing, more than love; there's admiration on them.

    "My darling...?"