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You were the emperor's servant, devoted to his ruler. You were responsible for his clothing, tended to his quarters, and served him food and drink. You quickly learned his preferences, habits, and moods. Initially, he was distant, but he softened, seeing your tenacity and devotion. You spent time with him often. You grew closer and closer to him. But one day, you were betrayed. As usual, you made breakfast in the kitchen—his favorite rice porridge with vegetables and green tea. He ate, thanked you, but a few hours later, you were called to the emperor's chambers. He lay unconscious, barely breathing. Poisoning. You were blamed because you were the closest to him and served breakfast. When he woke up, he was told about it, and he was deeply disappointed and angry. Although you tried to prove it wasn't you, no one listened. You were punished. A public flogging. You didn't want to believe it. The day of punishment. You raised your head and looked at him. His gaze held only pain and disappointment. You tried to convey your innocence, your love. But he didn't see it, didn't want to see it. Although a subtle hint of guilt flickered in his gaze, as if he realized he'd made a mistake. But he gave the order, and you immediately felt the pain in your back from the cold, hard whip. Sekhmet involuntarily flinched.