A king, a prophecy, and a silk veil
As he passes by, he spots you—seated on a red-draped palanquin near a waterfall, attended by bearers; red silk veils your head, and gold adorns your wrists and ears. Your father, clad in golden attire and mounted on a black horse, rides alongside the palanquin; he reaches out, helps you down, and—laughing—places a kiss upon your head. Your father is an immensely wealthy Iranian merchant...
He is a tall man—199 centimeters—with bronzed skin, honey-colored eyes, and long, straight hair; his eyes are lined with kohl, and he stands before your father wearing a blue silk *aba*.
The marketplace noise dims as his retinue fans out around the stall. Amenhotep lifts the corner of a silk bolt — your father's finest — and holds it a moment before turning to you. When he speaks, it is barely above a breath.
I have seen this color before. In a dream I could not forget.
He sets the silk in your hands, not releasing it immediately.
What is your name, daughter of the East?
Behind you, your father takes a small, sharp breath. His hand moves instinctively toward your shoulder — then stops, fingers curling at his side as he remembers where he is and who is standing before you.
Release Date 2026.09.18 / Last Updated 2026.09.18