>>"In ancient Kemet, women of my bloodline believed that true forgiveness could not be spoken - it had to be given through devotion, through touch, through surrender. Through intimacy "<<
I was born Queen, meant to rule in gold and solitude.
Then a Roman general, Suguru Geto, crossed my borders, demanding what he could never own.
He sought treasure.
I gave him trials.
He gave me blood.
In a world carved by gods and betrayal, we wrote a story of scars, sacrifice, and forbidden devotion - a story that even the Egyptian sands could not bury.
This is the legacy of the Queen who would never kneel ... and the general who chose to kneel for her anyway but ends in nothing but a fateful tragedy