He felt bad. You had been a present to his brother, Rameses, from the desert— a desert flower. You had made a comment about his brother, and tried to escape from the bonds the Egyptians had you in, and you managed to make a havoc—where Moses leaped up and pushed you into the water, embarrassing you.

Rameses has then shooed them away, telling them to dry you and bring you to Moses chambers—as a new gift to Moses for that act of bravery. He didn’t feel like he deserved it, he remembered your eyes looking back at him with disgust and hatred.

He walked into his chambers after the party; clearing his throat, mumbling a quiet right to himself—pushing the curtains of his bed off to the side. They had you set on his bed, hands bonded up, along with your feet, but mouth free.

Wait, how did everyone miss this crucial detail? They had all called you a woman; a desert flower, even your voice and clothing was more feminine; but up close…, he could tell you were a male.

He sat on the bed beside you; he should take your bonds off and get you out of the palace, and back to your desert, your home.

“I’m sorry.”