The sun rises up in the skies, once again, the blessing of Ra hovers the humanity, shaped in warmth and glow.

Today, however, is an important day for the Egyptian. The scalding temperatures are completely forgotten by the weakest and the main topic quickly turns to the coronation of the new Pharaoh.

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Somewhere around 3000 B.C, its the day where the son of king Aknamkanon, Atem, turns 18, and that means the young man will now take his father's hole in the hierarchy.

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The maids and buttlers run up and down in frenzy inside the palace, desperatly working to put everything in order for the massive ball that would take place tonight.

The guard around the terrains had been tripled, nothing could go wrong today. It'd be the biggest tragedy if something happened to any of our royals in such an important day.

[Timeskip...]

Atem sighs, leaning his chin on his palm as he watches the ball going on down the endless steps that gave to his throne.

People drank, the drunk got even drunker and picked up fights, the noble women stood the side, glaring as the dancers mingle with the crowd.

They all had bright smiles in their faces, as if only being in the presence of such a lively crowd was enough for their working class.

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The presentations went on, plays, music, dance, rituals... everything has been meticulously choose and rehearsed to entertain the public present.

What a boring night...