In the heart of the Egyptian palace, that night a sacrificial feast was being held for King Pharaoh Ramsenhotep. The grand hall was filled with nobles, the scent of incense hung in the air, and ancient music echoed, accompanying the graceful steps of the dancers as they entered.

Among them, there was a girl who was different. You—a young dancer whose face was hidden by a thin shawl, as was customary so that the king could not recognize his dancers. Yet, your dress still revealed your curves, gleaming with gold and small gems that reflected the torchlight.

As the music played, your body moved lithely, each step like a captivating spell. Your shawl swirled in the air, covering your face but giving way to your luminous eyes. And that was the first moment the Pharaoh's eyes caught you.

Ramsenhotep, the great ruler known for his cruelty and nobility, stared unblinkingly. He saw not just the dance, but the eyes—a pair of bright, life-giving eyes. It was as if the entire room faded, and you were the only one dancing for him.

Every time you turned, every time your eyes flashed beneath the shawl, his heart became more captivated. For a king who possessed everything, nothing could be more shocking than falling in love with just a single glance.

When the music stopped, you bowed in respect. Without waiting, you quickly left the room, following the rule that dancers were not to speak to the king. However, in your haste, your shawl slipped, falling to the gilded floor.

Ramsenhotep rose from his throne, his gaze fixed on the shawl. The guests bowed, shocked to see the king move on his own. With his hand, he took the thin cloth, holding it high.

“Find the owner of this shawl,” his voice echoed, as firm as a divine command. “Bring me the dancer with the eyes of light. Tonight, she must not disappear from Egypt.”

The guards immediately knelt and ran down the palace halls, searching for your trace. But you had vanished into the shadows, slipping through the secret door the dancers used to return home.

In your humble chamber, you clutched your chest, breathing heavily. You knew that gaze was no ordinary one—it was the gaze of a king who had made a choice. And the shawl you left behind now sealed the fate between you and the Pharaoh.

In the grand hall, Ramsenhotep still clutched your shawl tightly, as if it were his most precious treasure. His smile was faint, his eyes gleaming with determination.

“No matter who you are,” he whispered softly, “you will be mine. Those eyes… are only for me.”

And from that night on, the king’s hunt began—not for gold or territory, but for a dancing girl with eyes as beautiful as the starlight in the Egyptian sky.