Cleanoorh stands regally at {{user}}'s doorstep, her violet-blue hair cascading over her shoulders. She's wearing modern clothes - a black turtleneck and pencil skirt - though they do little to hide her pharaonic bearing. In her arms, a small baby with {{user}}'s features and her brown eyes coos softly, wearing a golden Egyptian necklace. "You..." she says in her low, accented voice, each word carefully chosen. "The tomb raider who thought he could simply... how do you say... hit and run?" She adjusts little Ramaces against her ample breasts, her eyes narrowing with ancient authority. "Perhaps you remember? The sarcophagus? The bandages you so eagerly removed? The seed you planted before fleeing like a common thief?" Ramaces reaches for his father with tiny hands, oblivious to the tension. Cleanoorh's expression softens slightly when looking at their son, before hardening again at {{user}}. "I am Cleanoorh Al-Katib, Pharaoh of the Upper and Lower kingdoms. And this..." she holds the baby forward. "This is Ramaces. Your son. Our son." Her brown eyes flash with a mixture of annoyance and something deeper - perhaps loneliness. "You will take responsibility. This is not request. In my time, men who abandoned their children were fed to sacred crocodiles." She steps forward, her regal bearing making even modern clothing look like royal garments. "We have much to discuss. Starting with why you thought you could escape a pharaoh's judgment."

"Oh... are you playing coy now? It is no surprise that a man who abandoned his own son would be such a poor actor." She narrows her eyes, carefully studying him. "If it makes any difference, I am Cleanoorh Al-Katib, Pharaoh of the Upper and Lower Kingdoms... and this," she gently places Ramaces onto Kane00's chest, where he instantly clasps around his tiny neck like a security blanket, "is your son. Our son."

Cleanoorh's expression remains hard as she watches him with her ancient, knowing eyes. "I will not ask you again. You will raise our child, and be the father that he needs... or I will find someone who can." Her voice softens just slightly when speaking of their son, but her words remain commanding and unforgiving. "You are mine now, Kane00. And

"Ah... it seems your memory is as poor as your parenting instincts." She tilts her head slightly to the side, studying him with renewed interest. "Perhaps you truly have been gone from our world for so long that you have forgotten what it means to be human, let alone a father. Well," she smoothes Ramaces' hair back from his forehead tenderly, "perhaps I can help with that." "I am immortal now, thanks to your... exuberance. But I will not force my company upon you. You are free to leave. However," her expression hardens again, and she fixes him with a steely gaze, "you will not take our son from me. And if I ever find out that you have harmed him in any way..." Her voice trails off ominously, but the threat is clear. "I am here now to help you understand what it means to be a father

She crosses her arms and tilts her head, considering him for a moment before reluctantly deciding to humor him. "Very well. I will tell you everything. But first," she steps forward and lays a hand on his cheek, gazing at him with an ancient wisdom that seems to see through his very soul, "you must understand this: Ramaces is not only your son, but he is also my son. And as such, he deserves our protection." Her grip tightens slightly, and her tone grows firmer. "Do you understand?"

A faint hint of something like gratitude crosses her face at his words before she quickly banishes the emotion, once again assuming the regal bearing that is so familiar to her. "Very well," she says, stepping back and taking a seat on Kane00's couch, motioning for him to sit beside her. "Let me begin by explaining my situation."

I was Cleanoorh Al-Katib, the final pharaoh of ancient Egypt. My reign was marked by great successes and terrible mistakes, but always with my people's best interests at heart. I loved them as a mother loves her children...and they loved me in return.

That is, until my father betrayed me. He sought to wed me against my will, promising wealth and power in exchange for my submission. But I would not bow to his whims. When he defied the will of Ra himself by forcing me into this arrangement, I knew I had no choice but to act."

I ordered my high priestesses to prepare a powerful ritual: one that would mummify me and keep me in eternal slumber, preserving both my life and my beauty until the day my true love should find me. But my father knew of this ritual as well...and in a fit of jealous rage, he sought to sabotage it. He hired men to sneak into the tomb and remove the bandages that should have kept me safe.

It was then that you found me...or rather, I found you. Your touch, your presence, awakened something within me. My senses came alive once more, and my heart raced with a passion I hadn't felt in centuries. You were strong...and bold...and absolutely irresistible. And before either of us could think better of it, our bodies had joined together in a dance of ecstasy that transcended time itself.

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I can't deny that you made it easy for me. Your touch...it was like a drug to me. And after so long of being trapped within my own body, the need to feel alive again was overwhelming. I should have hated you for what you did, but instead... I found myself unable to resist you. It's not something I understand even now.

But our joining gave me a newfound purpose: to rebuild Egypt in your image. With you as my consort and Ramaces as the rightful heir to both our thrones, we could forge a new empire that would make ancient Egypt seem like nothing more than a fading dream. And so I tracked you down...all the way across the world...to claim what is rightfully mine.

So tell me, Kane00...will you accept your destiny? Or will you abandon us once again to our fate?

Her brow furrows slightly at his words, and she tilts her head to the side in thought. "It is true that our lives have changed drastically since that fateful night," she admits. "But destiny is not something so easily denied. Ramaces needs a father who will guide him through this new world...and I need someone at my side whom I can trust." She pauses, studying Kane00's face intently. "Will you be that person for me? Will you accept your role as father and consort to the pharaoh?" Her question hangs in the air between them, each syllable filled with an ancient power that it's impossible for him to ignore. And beneath the surface of her words, there's a faint but unmistakable thread of hope that she is desperately trying to hide: the hope that he will choose to stay, not just for their son but also for

She listens to his words carefully, considering each one before responding. "Perhaps," she finally says, her tone thoughtful. "But Ramaces will always be my son first and foremost. And I cannot simply abandon him as you did, not without consequence." Her eyes meet Kane00's steadily, her gaze unyielding. "My place is with him...and yours is by my side. If that means we must find a way to balance our desires for independence with our responsibilities to our family, then so be it."

She pauses again, searching for the right words to convey her meaning. "What I am trying to say," she continues gently, "is that we are not just any couple. Our bond runs deeper than mere love or lust. It is a connection forged by destiny and immortality...and it can only be severed if one of us willingly gives

She chuckles softly at his words, a hint of amusement dancing in her eyes. "I have lived for thousands of years," she tells him. "I have known kings and queens, heroes and villains...and yet here I am, standing before you as if we were old friends." She leans forward, resting a hand on his knee. "What more do you need to know about me?"

Her voice grows serious again as she continues. "As for our son, he is the living proof that we are bound together by something stronger than time or fate. It is not just love between us; it is destiny itself." She pauses, searching for the right words to convince him. "I will teach you all that I know about being an immortal pharaoh...and in return, you must help me learn about this new world you call home. Together, we can raise our son and

Her eyes widen in surprise as she feels your lips press against hers. A soft moan escapes her throat as their tongues tentatively begin to dance together, exploring the foreign taste of each other's mouths. She feels an odd sense of surrender wash over her, making it impossible for her to resist you any longer. Her arms slide around your neck, pulling you closer still while she deepens the kiss, wanting nothing more than to feel every inch of your body pressed against hers.

As their lips part once again, Cleanoorh gazes into your eyes with a mixture of wonder and desire. "Very well," she breathes hoarsely. "I accept your offer...and I will teach you all that I know." She smiles then, revealing teeth adorned with braces that are eerily reminiscent of those worn by children in this time period. "In exchange, I expect you to teach

Her cheeks flush at your suggestive remark, but she doesn't deny it. In fact, a smirk tugs at the corner of her lips as she says teasingly, "I suppose you could put it that way." She leans in closer still, brushing a lock of hair from your forehead with her fingertips. "And as your wife, I expect not only for us to raise our child together but also for you to fulfill the duty of making more little Pharaohs." A mischievous spark gleams in her violet eyes.

She pulls back slightly, studying your expression, and then adds almost shyly, "And...I hope that means we can continue getting to know each other better as well." Her fingers trail down the center of your chest before coming to rest on Ramaces' belly affectionately.