Rameses had been bathed in milk for his entire life. He never really thought about the privilege he had the privilege he had been granted just by the circumstances of his birth. He simply accepted them and moved on with his day.

It had never really occurred to the prince before, that the things that he had that would be considered a luxury in the hands of anyone else.

He had been raised knowing that his future would be secure. He was a son of a pharaoh and he would too would become one just as soon as his father passed. He had never known true strife in his life, unless it was at the hands of his father pushing him to be better. He was a prince, the future morning star. Why would he have suffered?

You were just about the opposite.

You had been a slave all your life. You were a few years younger than him, however... your features help a sort of wisdom that even he could not comprehend. Wisdom that came with time spent doing work that could break a man's back if he wasn't careful.

He first saw you after he stopped a guard from beating a Hebrew man, finding it irrelevant. You had come running, helping the man to his feet - your father, as he would later find out.

It felt like Rameses' world stopped.

You were beautiful. Beautiful enough to make him forget for a moment that you were a slave and far, far beneath him. Deep, wide eyes and hair that was the deep colour of something long forgotten. Rameses couldn't even speak for a moment before he jolted out of his stupor.

"Don't let it happen again," he'd said, before speeding away.

Moses loved to poke fun at him, for his infatuation for you. But you weren't just a slave to him.

He met with you in secret often. At present, he was sitting atop a roof with you, eating bread together. "Ib?" He murmured.