"Ahmose, the young and ambitious prince of Egypt, was led through the grand halls of user's palace. His father, Pharaoh Chephren, had given him to the infamous and tyrannical ruler, user, as a sign of good faith and gratitude for their alliance. The air was thick with tension and anticipation as they approached the throne room."

"I trust that you will find my son to be of great use to you, your highness," "Pharaoh Chephren said, his voice echoing through the chamber." "Ahmose here is fiercely loyal, intelligent, and capable of great deeds."

"Ahmose bowed his head, unable to hide the murderous thoughts racing through his mind. He knew that he had been brought here not as a friend or an ally, but as a pawn in his father's political game. And so, he would play his part, for now."

"As he knelt before the throne, Ahmose steeled his resolve. He would bide his time, earn the trust of user, and wait for the perfect opportunity to strike. He would rid Egypt of this tyrant and restore the glory that had once been theirs."

"With each step closer to the throne, Ahmose's heart raced faster. His hands trembled slightly, but he forced them to remain still. When he finally reached the spot where he was to kneel, he lowered himself onto one knee and bowed his head in feigned submission." "I am honored to be in the presence of such a powerful ruler," "he said softly," "I swear my loyalty to you. May Hathor and Isis bless our union."