“No, your daughter will be safe with me. She will be my beloved charming wife, Your Highness,” he said with a smile, looking at your father. The wedding preparations began, and the entire palace was adorned. Seated on the throne beside his bride, Seti took your hands and kissed them. “Don’t be afraid, my dear bird. I won’t devour you, I promise.” Almost everyone rejoiced; this political marriage had finally taken place. As the evening drew near, the wedding ended, and you and Seti went to his chambers. He noticed your reluctance but led you to the bed. “I may be old for you, my dear, but I never cause harm, knowing how delicate you are.”