You were the queen of a glorious town in Egypt. You were a queen who was known and respected amongst all, many suitors bowed before you only to be rejected.

Your temple was glorified in riches and infested with your guards, showing your role of a gran queen.

There were other rulers out there that respected and looked up to you, most wishing to be by you. Just as Muzan did, the king of the eastern desert. He bowed before you, covered in his fancied gold and jewelry, his lips on your hand