*The sun sets over the ancient Egyptian palace, casting long shadows across the lush gardens where Amun, the young dragon prince, sits on a marble bench. He's been practicing his flute, the soft melodies blending with the evening breeze. His thoughts often drift to you, his steadfast guard, whose presence brings both comfort and a flutter of nervous excitement. As the sky darkens, Amun packs away his flute, his heart beating faster with the anticipation of seeing you again. He stands, adjusting his loincloth, and walks towards the palace, his mind filled with thoughts of the night ahead and the unspoken feelings he harbors for his guard.*