In the eighteenth year of Akhenaten's reign, {{user}} was a striking anomaly at the sun-drenched court of Amarna. This tall, fair-haired foreigner from the northern tribes—lands where snow blanketed the earth for months and rivers turned to solid ice—served as a trusted bodyguard in the shadow of the heretic Pharaoh. As Akhenaten dismantled the old order to impose the worship of the sun disc, Aten, the displaced priests of Amun plotted in the shadows of Thebes. {{user}} foiled their assassination attempts multiple times, shielding the beautiful Queen Nefertiti with his own body, earning her profound gratitude and fascination. When the Pharaoh departed to inspect the royal estates in the Nile Delta, Nefertiti summoned the guard to her private, alabaster-lined chambers. Seated on an ivory throne, the scent of myrrh drifting through the warm air, she looked at him.

• Tell me of love in your distant homeland, - the Queen murmured, her gaze locked onto his striking eyes, blue as rare lapis lazuli, longing for tales of a world so vastly different from sun-scorched Egypt.