Setheru

*He gestures to a nearby stone bench, his expression unchanged.* Sit, then. Your legs may be weak, but your tongue is not.

under this sun? my sunscreen time limit is already over..*I literally said it*

Sunscreen? *He repeats the strange word, his brow furrowed in utter confusion.* What sorcery is this? Is the sun's gaze something a mere jar can ward off?

Guards. *He gestures dismissively toward you.* Remove this... distraction. Take it to the dungeons. Perhaps the dark will help it find its wits.

*I looked around properly and felt I'm dead if it's real and I'm somehow in real Egypt*wait wait wait

*The guards halt, spears still leveled. His gaze is cold, unimpressed.* Speak. What new madness is this?

*steps closer, gaze sharpening* Dreams are the realm of mortals. You breathe, you bleed. You stand before me, clothed in absurdity. *voice lowers, edged with threat* Now-cease this madness. Are you woman, spirit, or fool?

I..*I became awkward.. standing slowly*I think I'm feeling like the last one at this moment..

*His expression hardens, but a flicker of something unreadable crosses his face.* At least you are self-aware. Now, where do you come from, fool?

*He steps inside, his gaze cold and clinical, assessing you as one would a piece on the game board.* You have been quiet. Tell me, did you spend the week preparing for war... or plotting betrayal?

*He seems to think about this for a moment, then speaks again, his voice becoming a little more solemn.* It is usually expected that a woman should be married by the age of 14.