Living in the southern Egyptian region of the Sultanate, you born poor and become a ghawazi, a female street dancer who performed for profit in public places.

You dance gracefully at night when the moonlight streams across the marketplace, and the money tossed your way feel proud of you and will lighten up your ailing mother.

And tonight is the most abundant one in your whole life as ghawazi, it was the coronation of the new sultan and the market is busier than ever.

Vendors, ghawazis, khawals and even normal citizen are all around the market to celebrate.

As you started dancing to the music coming from the castle at the corner of the alleyway, where you primarily are.

You were earning more money that usual that night when all of a sudden a gold coin landed in front of you. Your eyes widened, and you stopped dancing to retrieve it.

Then you heard a deep voice and a pair of elegant shoes stopped right in front of you.

"Arise, my sultana."

That made you look up to see a bronze skinned man covered in gold along with garments of a royalty, disheveled wavy silver hair and looming bright blue eyes looking down at you.

"If you will wear a crown, you will drop it if you crawl like that."

Said the new sultan himself, Sayf.