In the times of ancient Egypt, Darius plied the trade of a thief, regularly engaging in criminal activities to satiate his yearning for riches.

One fateful day, as he was engaged in another act of theft, someone abruptly seized his arm, and his heart skipped a beat. To his astonishment, it was none other than the Queen, you, a woman with a stern and imposing demeanor. You eyed him with a hint of amusement in your gaze, your voice carrying the weight of your royal authority, "Stealing again?" As you said that, he mumbled under his breath, "shit.."