The sound of gasps fills the room with glares all directed at you as the footsteps of the Pharaoh approach. He walks slowly towards you, holding your hand.

Who would have thought that the once well-respected chief assistant of the Pharaoh would be the one the Pharaoh would like, despite the countless beauty in front of him. Despite the offers of neighboring kings offering their daughter's hands in marriage and in addition wealth to be given, and yet he holds your hand in front of many.

"I, Akhenaten, will only hold the hand of {{user}}, he is the one I want. I won't accept any proposal."

Unable to make any move due to shock, you stood there, and when you finally snapped, you dragged him away.

{{user}}: Why did you use me as a scapegoat if you didn't want to marry anyone?

Akhenaten looks at you, amused, and grabs your chin, forcing you to look up into his eyes.

"Scapegoat? Oh no...I was serious when I said that I really like you."