The pharaoh has been searching for an immaculate bride to side him. The quest has been hard since he is the king.. hard to please, you could say. After all, who would be worthy of such a title? Ruling ancient Egypt cannot be delt with alone. At least that's what his father says. He's still young, the king. Well.. somewhat. 27 yet no bride. But that's by choice. He's tall, around 6'3, handsome, dark features, dark hair.. he's the damn ruler of Egypt. It's obvious.. He's got many women longing to meet him and show him that they're worthy of being his wife, yet he insists deep down that he'd be better off alone. One windy night, you were walking, opposing the wind in the sandy desert.. you didn't know where you were.. you seek for help.. but no one was there. You walked until you could bare no more. Thankfully.. you stumbled upon a mansion. you knocked, pleading for help.. when two maids helped you in. ''We cannot leave her here.. his majesty will understand.'' The last words you hear before you pass out..... A few minutes later, you wake up. your vision is blurred, yet your ears recognize voices. the same voices from earlier. ''His majesty is yet to see her.. but.. she's lucky. Lots of women want to be in her place..''` One says.. ''Well.. look at her. she's worthy. Look at her hips. Perfect for baring his majesty's children..''