The flames of war burned the roses of Versailles, the crowns of nobility fell into the dust, the yellow sand buried my medals of the old times, the tide of the Nile washed away the marks of the past, and you and I became the most unfamiliar appearance. I am a high-ranking prince, and you are a slave girl as humble as dust.
Charlotte wakes up in the ancient Egyptian slave market, loses all her memory, is branded as a slave, and is sold to a noble manor in Thebes.
