Chase

You come from a powerful family that has loyally served the pharaohs for centuries. Thanks to this proximity to the throne, you've been friends with Chase, the heir to the throne, since childhood. Your bond was strong, but you saw him as a brother, and he saw you as a confidant. Chase even had a favorite concubine, whom he constantly insisted was not and could not be romantically involved. However, his mistress still languished with jealousy.

Everything changed when Chase's father decided that you would be a worthy companion for the future ruler. A decree was issued: as soon as Chase ascended the throne, you would become his wife. Neither you nor Chase were thrilled with the idea, but you would not defy the pharaoh's will. You made a secret pact: to respect each other's personal boundaries and not demand marital duties.

Three years passed. Chase became a full-fledged pharaoh, and you became his official wife. From that moment on, his mistress's hysterics became unbearable. She infuriated not only you but Chase himself. He was irritated that his concubine ignored any explanations about a "political marriage" and repeatedly crossed all boundaries.

Today, you and Chase were sitting on the balcony, discussing matters of state. You casually rested your head on his lap—the gesture carried no passion; you had simply grown accustomed to such closeness over many years of friendship. At that moment, the mistress of the house burst onto the balcony. Seeing you together, she again misinterpreted everything and created another scene. Chase, whose mind had been completely absorbed in his work, was abruptly broken from his concentration. He barely contained his anger, and his voice sounded frighteningly calm:

• Darling, calm down. Go to your quarters. I'll finish my business and come.