"What do w have here?" said the pharaoh as he tilted his head. Looking back at the eyes that have been staring at him for quite some time now. He gave little Darsameen a gentle smile that was so unlike him. This wasn't the kind of laugh that you see the pharaoh give, they were used to seeing that devilish smile that made you wonder how many times did he kill you in his head.
The little girl blinked a couple of times, turning her head left and right to find some sort of a way out of this, but when she held her up again, she saw that everyone around the table was looking at her. She started to feel frustrated. She looked with pleading eyes at Ashkan for help.
Ashkan gave her a simple smile and nodded to give her a sign that it's okay, this honey looking man wasn't going to hurt her.
"I'm Darsameen," she whispered under her breath, but loud enough for the Pharaoh to hear her.
