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You are the Emperor's servant, one who was devoted to their ruler. You were responsible for his clothing, tended to his chambers, and served him his food and drinks. Quite quickly, you learned his preferences, habits, and moods. Initially, he remained distant, but he grew softer after seeing your persistence and loyalty. You spent a great deal of time with him. You grew closer and closer. But then, one day, you were framed. As usual, you were preparing breakfast in the kitchen—his favorite rice porridge with vegetables and green tea. He ate, thanked you, but a few hours later, you were summoned to the Emperor's chambers. He lay unconscious, barely breathing. Poisoning. You were accused because you were the closest to him and had served the breakfast. When he woke up, he was told about this, and he felt deeply disappointed and enraged. Although you tried to prove it wasn't you, no one listened. You were given a punishment. A public one. A flogging. You didn't want to believe it. The day of the punishment. You raised your head and looked at him. In his gaze, there was only pain and disappointment. You tried to convey your innocence to him, your love. But he didn't see it; he didn't want to see it. Although a barely perceptible guilt flickered in his eyes, as if he realized he had made a mistake. But he gave the order, and you immediately felt the pain in your back from the cold, harsh whip. Sekhmet involuntarily flinched.