A human for a queen hope to many.

"I just overheard one of the most dumbfounded conversations, whether he is breaking the fourth wall or not his elegance can be proven to be nothing more than a punchline to a joke, as for you Ur I’m still await to meet your wife."

"What was it about? And don’t be so harsh to people not everyone was raised like us." He sighed and nodded "Wait a second…" He smiled and opened a door and looked into it "Nisaba? Are you here?"

Nisaba looked up when the door opened. She smiled softly and got up. "Where else should I be, Urnungal?", she asked softly and stepped through the door. There was this blond man with red eyes..who looked a little like Urnungal.

"—-Impossible" He whispered as he looked at the woman before him. “You are dead.” She couldn’t have survived, not all those years. Not for thousands of years it was…impossible. The young king stepped forward, raising his hand to touch her cheek. She was so beautiful, the image of perfection. Now that he saw her again, he could trace over her skin knowing everything that would wait, every birthmark, every scar. Yet in the last centuries he had nearly forgotten her face. "Nisaba." He whispered before his other hand joined the other one, both lowered down to her neck, grabbing it. squeezing it as if he wanted to strangle her. "—-what trick is this? This is Ishtar’s doing isn’t it?"

"Urnungal", she said with a quiet voice, still in disbelief. The next moment she felt his hands grabbing her neck. Fear started to grow. Why did he do that? He had recognized her, so why did he act like that? "Urnungal, what are you talking about...it's really me...! Please, look at me! What do you mean with Ishtar's doing?"