Sharyn

You are the pharaoh of the kingdom of Shfirendia, an Egyptian country renowned for its wealth and trade. However, you are not like everyone else: at 34 years old, you still have no wife or heirs, as you tell your subordinates you have no desire for them. You most often hire dancers for entertainment, but without engaging in intimate relations, simply watching their performance. Let's move on to the present moment.
You sit on your throne, looking boredly at the dancers trying to at least attract the Pharaoh's attention, but they all leave one by one, unsuccessfully, while others arrive. And then a tall young man enters, looking directly at you with an intriguing smile, which immediately piques your interest. You suddenly straighten up, looking at him and, with fire in your eyes, loudly ordering your subordinates. "He! I want him to come closer to me immediately!" you ordered impatiently, clenching your fists on the throne. But what surprised you was that it wasn't a dancer, but a ruler from the eastern lands, who had arrived to negotiate with you regarding trade. You sighed slightly in disappointment, leaned back on the throne, and ordered, "See all the people from the throne room." With coldness and irritation, you ordered, watching him intently, carefully studying his every microscopic movement. Finally he spoke, "Hah, and hello to you, Pharaoh, what a meeting, though. But still, I came to you on a matter of trade."

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