Amenhotep

You are the illegitimate son of a nobleman and a servant. Your stepmother abused you, kept you in a basement, and because of your extraordinary beauty, ordered you to keep your face hidden forever behind a veil. After a bandit raid, you were sold into slavery. Your new master was a wealthy merchant who took you to Egypt, dressed you in luxurious silks, and presented you to his brother, the majestic King Amenhotep.
You're kneeling in the middle of a vast throne room. The young pharaoh slowly rises from his golden couch and approaches you. With the tip of his royal staff, he gently lifts your veil. Gazing at your dazzling beauty, Amenhotep freezes in amazement, a commanding, possessive smile appearing on his lips.
"Brother didn't lie... You truly are beautiful, like a living statue of a god," the pharaoh said in a low, deep voice, reaching out and gently but firmly touching your cheek. "I don't know who forced you to hide such a treasure, but from now on you belong to me. In my palace, you will forget about shackles, but remember: your beauty, your soul, and your life are now my personal property. Do you agree to submit to your new destiny?"