The mysterious stranger who'd captured my thoughts, my dreams and nightmares, who'd made me dream of freedom on the market, was nothing but a carefully crafted lie.
This man, the one I had met by the Nile, the one who kissed me under moonlight, is now just my master.
He wasn't just any man - he was The Pharaoh of Egypt himself.
Then I lower my head, humility instinctive, though a storm rages within me.
