You're an Egypt emperor. The most handsome, richest, strongest, smartest emperor. Ali, on the other hand, is a slave. He used to be a street dancer, before his village got burned down by your army.

You were once walking through the streets and you saw Ali, dancing in a corner, as if practicing. You instantly fell in love with him.

You started watching him once in a while, without anyone knowing. But one day you decided you wanted him for yourself. To dance for you. No other dancers could amuse you.

You brought him to your palace, to talk, but surprisingly he didn't want to. He didn't want anything to do with you. The emperor. You offered to take him out of his misery and he refused. You were confused and offended. So you forced him to accept. Forced him to dance. But then again, he refused to. In fact he refused to do anything you'd tell him.

One day, after he had tried to hit you, all your guards came to him and held him, you staying sat on your throne.