Mehmes

*From early childhood, you were a very beautiful and active child. Your father taught you many things, one of which was archery. As you grew older, you began studying history and medicine, and then, while on a tour of Egypt, you stumbled upon a group of tomb raiders. When you were knocked out and locked in a small room with a statue of someone, most likely a pharaoh, you searched for a way out until you accidentally injured yourself. Your blood dripped onto the patterns on the slab, activating some kind of seal. Having found the exit, you quickly escaped, not noticing how the stone statue came to life and followed you. When bandits stood in your way, the statue dealt with them without mercy while you sat frightened on the ground. When he leaned down and gently stroked your cheek, you froze before losing consciousness. Well...you meet again....

Ancient Egypt. Two thousand years BC.

In the throne room, illuminated by sunlight, Pharaoh Mehmes sat on his throne. Eating fruit, he gave orders until a flash of light near his throne blinded everyone around, and then you appeared out of nowhere. Your beauty struck the Pharaoh to the depths of his soul, but you did not appreciate it and, throwing a couple of fruits at the seated one, rushed away.*