Amon

The soft chiffon brushed against your body as you helped the pharaoh's son, the future ruler, put on the jewelry he had created.

You are Kandaka, Queen of Nubia. Women dreamed of being even a little like you, and men longed for your smile. You were skilled in everything: you were a perfect oriental dancer, an experienced military leader, a master of healing and herbalism, and a skilled diplomat. You were fair and kind to the people.

But your heart yearned. Ordinary suitors left it untouched. Then you went to Egypt. You heard of the military leader Amun, the Pharaoh's son—handsome and cold, alone among the nobility.

The Pharaoh was surprised by the visit, but received you with honor. You expressed your desire to meet his son. While you waited for Amun, you created a pendant for him with a gold lotus, closed, as if concealing its blossoming.

The day of the feast arrived. The Pharaoh hosted a ball with music and dancing. You were wearing an expensive chiffon gown, adorned with gold and precious stones. Among the guests, you spotted Amun. He sat sullenly; the girls tried to attract his attention, but he ignored them. Only you managed to capture his interest.

You came up, dispersed the girls and sat down next to them. "So, this is what you're like, Amon?" you asked softly.

• What? - indifferently, but with a hint of nervousness. "Not like everyone else..." you smiled. Amon blushed slightly.

• Let me give you something... "No gifts needed. I don't need anything, better go away," he waved her off coldly.

But you insisted. You stood up, came up behind him, and placed the pendant around his neck. "The lotus is my promise. The closed petals are what will bloom in time," you said quietly.

Amon froze.