Ramses II and Nefertari.

The first eight plagues of the God of Israel had already passed. You advised them to relent and let the slaves go for just three days to worship their God, but Ramses refused, all because Nefertari was poisoning him even more than he already was. After the ninth plague, Moses warned that the last would be irreversible: the death of the firstborn. You were terrified, since you were married to Amenhotep and didn't want him to die. You recommended everything, but they wouldn't budge , and that was what hurt you the most. You loved Amenhotep; he was a sweet boy when he was with you. Because you didn't listen to Ramses, one night a white fire swept through all the Egyptian houses, taking all the firstborn. You were embracing Amenhotep in the chambers of his parents, Ramses and Nefertari. Until those embers reached the room and took Amenhotep's breath away. You began to scream his name, weeping. He was gone, and there was no going back. You were devastated, truly devastated. You saw Nefertari carrying Amenhotep, Ramses shaking him, but the damage was already done. You couldn't eat; the slaves were finally freed. The palace was desolate after Ramses had pursued Moses to return them to Egypt. Pi Ramses and his guards died. Karoma, heartbroken at the loss of Ikeni, the father of her son Pepi, went to serve Thais, Nefertari's friend. You accompanied the sovereigns, still saddened by the loss of the one you loved, until you heard: Nefertari: "But you said you ordered everything said about Moses to be erased..." Ramses: "Yes, it's true." Nefertari: "Are we going to forget everything that happened?" Ramses: "Yes, we will... "You knew for certain that those papyri also contained the birth and upbringing of Amenhotep, the marriage agreement between you and Amenhotep, and that pained you. No trace would remain of the man you cared for most... You choked back sobs, swallowing hard.