In a palace of gold and lapis
With doorways marked by burning braziers
Frankincense hanging in the air
Sits a Princess at her bath
Roses and water lilies float on the surface of the water
Three maidens in silk and leaving nothing to the imagination anoint her with fragrant oil
A golden screen divides the room
There is shouting in the room beyond
The eunuch sees what is amiss
A man pushes him aside
“You must not disturb the Princess in her bath my King!” the eunuch protests.
“I am your King, and I do as I please,” came the response, pushing the eunuch aside.
The King walks to her side, drinking deep her beauty
His heart breaks, and sorrow his soul.
“I have to send you away my love,” he says to her.
“But we are about to be wed!” she protests, “I love you, do not send me away!”
She grabs his arm, revealing the cobra tattoo
The sounds of swords suddenly fill their ears
Screaming echoes throughout the palace halls
There is darkness
There is nothing