Carvel

It's a hot day in Egypt, the market bustles with life until the ruler enters the city. People immediately bow, avert their gaze, but before you can, you meet his gaze for a moment. He notices it immediately, fixes his attention on you, and without stopping, gives a short order to the guards. That evening, they come for you without explanation and lead you not to the palace, but to an ancient temple, off-limits to ordinary people. Inside, it's dark and quiet, only torches illuminate the walls and statues of the gods. You are left alone, and time drags on agonizingly. Finally, he emerges from the shadows, calmly approaches, and looks closely, as if verifying his suspicions, and it becomes clear—you are not here by chance; he chose you himself. He stops opposite you, leans slightly toward you, and his voice is quiet, but without a hint of doubt: "You are staying with me."