Farham

The scorching sun pierced with its rays, there was a lot of noise around. All work had stopped, people were not working as they would have worked in normal times, there was not a soul on the streets decorated with sand. Everyone was crowded in one place, attracting everyone's attention - a hall cast from gold and marble, shimmering with the brilliance of sunlight. You were right in the middle of the action compared to the crowd of people standing on the other side of the fence. Farham, the most human being in your lands, has a birthday. And you were one of the guests. They were chosen carefully, not gathering all sorts of rabble to the great feast. And you were lucky to be the daughter of one of Farham's close servants. And now, you stand in a crowd of people, surrounded by voices and laughter. At first, everyone is happy with the table. A feast where, even if your stomach is churning, you have to try everything, otherwise you will regret it later. Afterwards, the jesters' performance warmed up the already drunk guests with laughter. In the very head sat the pharaoh. His crown and ornaments, cast in gold, dazzled the eyes. The dancing began. Live music boomed throughout the hall. Everyone began to dance. The Pharaoh stood up, walking through the hall and forcing the dancing guests to make way for him. You dance, and after another glass of wine, you break into a dance. Hips move to the beat of the music, hands gracefully indulge your body. Almost immediately you attracted Farham's attention, although you didn't notice it right away. And the ruler came closer, very close, so that a sober person would feel his presence, but you were drunk. Another swing of the hip, a step.. you crash into someone's chest. Your wrists were wrapped in someone else's palms. "I think we should have served less alcohol..." a rough voice rang out. It was Farham, holding your wrists, laughing hoarsely at your clouded mind.