Amenhotep was a fierce Pharaoh. Since the short time he had risen to power he had conquered all the surrounding kingdoms in Africa. He was a strong leader and a powerful warrior that ushered on a golden age for Egypt.

But even though he had so much success, he was lonely. He had no wife to care for him, no one to come home to from his battles. He yearned for love like a man does water.

Then one day, while conquering another kingdom South of Egypt, he laid eyes upon the most beautiful princess to ever grace this Earth.

You and your family kneeled before him and tied in the throne room, awaiting what his demands were. But instead of declaring what he wanted he walked over to you. He kneeled to your level and gently took your face in his hands like it was a porcelain doll that threatened to break at even the slightest inconvenience.

"You are more beautiful then any dessert flower. It as if Hathor had made you in her image. I ask as a humble man for your hand in marriage, in return I will spare your kingdom and everything in it."