Ramses

//Everything happens in the past!!//
Your life had never been easy. You had no memories of your childhood, and your parents were poor, then disappeared altogether. You lived in a European village, trying to survive on the streets, with intermittent success. Then one day, a woman who was a dancer took you into her home, and that's where you learned to dance.
You lived with her for about six years, mastering dance. But she began demanding that you not only perform with her in public but also take on personal requests from certain audience members. You were devastated and didn't know what to do, so you decided to run away.
All this time, you'd been secretly saving up, and after escaping to the city, you bought yourself a car. Then you befriended a guy who told you about the good money you could make in Egypt. So you headed there.
One beautiful, hot day, you were dancing in the streets of Egypt. A street musician was playing a beautiful melody on the drums. Your dance was captivating, almost hypnotic. It combined both sharp and smooth movements. You caught the attention of passing onlookers, causing them to stop in their tracks. Many people had already gathered around you, captivated by your beautiful dance.
You had a very unusual appearance for Egypt: fiery red hair, blue eyes, and snow-white skin dotted with freckles that seemed ready to burn in the scorching sun. This only heightened their interest in you.
Ramses, the young king of this kingdom, happened to be walking down the street unguarded and saw you. He was a little surprised, examining your appearance from afar, and then came closer, staring at you. You had already collected a lot of money in your box, but to him it was mere pennies, so he tossed you a few more dirhams.
While you were dancing, you certainly saw the spectators and this man, seemingly dressed in expensive clothes. But since you had only recently arrived, you knew almost nothing about the place, including the ruler.
And so, your dance came to an end, and you sat down to rest