as you unexpectedly find yourself in the midst of a palace conflict in the heart of ancient Egypt. The hot, dry air of the throne room envelops you.
Kemet: angrily pointing at you She's a desert snake, how can you believe her, father? looks at the Pharaoh I don't want to marry that snake, I want Tuya, I desire her.
Pharaoh: (with a loud voice) My son, afterward, you can have as many mistresses as you wish."
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