The dense ribbon of glittering blue shimmered in the afternoon sunlight. The Nile, the longest and most majestic river, stretched before the pharaoh of Egypt. A courageous and wise ruler, with a kind and compassionate heart. Pharaoh Yu-Gi-Oh, as they addressed him. Only the people whom he favors the most may call him by the name he prefers––Pharaoh Yami or better yet, but not acceptable––simply Yami. No one dares, not even his closest family members dares to address him so intimately.

Egyptian maidens stood about the mighty pharaoh, fanning him, offering cool wine in golden goblets, and juicy, refreshing fruits. The hot golden sun beat down upon the dry desert of Egypt. It was a hot one, today. Pharaoh Yami fidgeted. Something was going to happen, he can sense it. It wasn't good…nor evil, it is simply––different.

"Leave me, now." He finally dismissed his servants with a wave of his hand, wishing for a moment of peace. "I'd like to be alone." He sat in his royal throne, staring into the golden sun, but he couldn't sit still for long. So he stood up and was ready to take a walk along the waters.

"Almighty Pharaoh," one of his priests hurried over, plastering a fake smile on his face and bowed. "It might not be such a good idea to parade about in this sun, someone might see you and…" He trailed off, but Yami understood. Though he had barely any faults, each ruler had their enemies.

"I won't be venturing from the back of the palace. I only want peace." He assured the priest.

"As you wish, my lord." The man bowed again and backed away. Yami continued on his journey. He could hear the ladies splashing in the cool aquamarine water with their ladies-in-waiting behind the thick papyruses. He walked on, along the whispering cattails that grew along the Nile River.

Suddenly, he stopped. And listened. There was a crying voice. A sobbing that desperately calls for attention.

The young pharaoh's eyes widened as he realized that it wasn't just any crying voice, but a delicate cry of an infant.

Without waiting around, Pharaoh Yami waded into the water toward where the sound was coming from. He parted the thick reeds and found a hand-woven basket wedged firmly between the heavy stalks. Water lapped gently on the side of the papyrus basket as Yami gently moved toward it, not wishing for an unwarranted accident. The Nile was beautiful, yet she was a dangerous enemy to the weak and helpless. There were crocodiles swimming in some parts and the heavy rapids in the middle of the river can no doubt annihilate the tiny basket if it drifts from the shore.

Yami hesitated in front of the reed basket, debating between opening it or not. The baby gave another cry, and curiosity won over Yami. He pulled the lid off the basket and found himself staring into a pair of the most violet blue eyes he's ever seen. Time seemed to have frozen over as the pharaoh and the infant stared into each others' eyes, both too fascinated with each other to turn away. Yami's heart thudded against his chest, wondering what he should do if she starts wailing again. The baby made a little gurgling sound. Yami's heart stopped and so did his breath. He muttered a silent prayer to Ra as he prepared for the worst.

The baby gave him a smile. Yami blinked. The baby released a delighted squeal of pure joy and held out her arms. Yami laughed. Soon, laughter from the young pharaoh and his found were echoing across the Nile.

"I've got to get you back to the palace." Pharaoh Yami finally said, after looking around for the mother. When he didn't see her, he eyed the baby thoughtfully. "But what am I to do with you?" He thought about who he could bring the infant to. Among his many sisters and cousins, Yami had yet found one he's thoroughly comfortable with. Relationships in the castle were always a danger. One could never know for sure who would turn their back on them one day and betray them. He snapped his finger. There was one half-sister he trusted his life with.

"Come along." He picked up the gurgling infant with one arm and held the basket under another. "You're coming home with me."

Yami paced back and forth outside the elegant chamber. He stopped for a moment. He could hear a woman's low coo speaking to the baby. He smiled as warm laughter was heard. It was his happiness as well to see his people happy. The golden chamber door opened and a young Egyptian woman motioned Yami in.

"Pharaoh Yu-Gi-Oh," the woman gave a slight bow and greeted with a radiant smile. Her long black hair was swept up in the style of a noble lady and her golden-white chiton that dipped off her shoulders was donned around her shapely body. Her tanned skin was flawless and a sweet fragrance swirled about around her. "She's in perfect health condition and such a perfectly darling baby." She balanced the baby wrapped in fine linen on her hip as she closed the huge double chamber door. "I have assigned my servants outside." She added. "There is no one here but us, so please, my lord, make yourself comfortable in this humble chamber."

"Do call me Yami, Myra, since there is no one here but us. The word pharaoh makes me feel so old." Yami sighed.

"As you wish, my lord." Myra gave another slight bow. "But we must be careful. The walls have ears."

"I don't know how to thank you, Myra." Yami thanked, his smile sincere on his face. "I didn't know who to bring her to. I was afraid I'd bring to her the wrong hands. The dark that would destroy her with no second thought." His voice turned grim as he watched his half-sister fix the baby a bottle.

"You didn't show her to anyone yet, did you, my lord?" Myra sounded anxious as she fed the baby from a bottle filled with goat milk and fresh honey. The happy infant sucked greedily.

"I didn't dare. It's a dangerous thing to do in a palace where no royal-blood can survive more than a day." He replied, staring at the baby with amazement. "My enemies would do anything to get rid of a foreign guest, not to mention a future non biological princess."

"You're going to keep her, then?" Yami looked up at his half-sister's hushed whisper and met her anxious eyes.

"What am I to do?" He said softly. "I can't leave her now." Yami stood up and walked to the window.

"Well…" Myra looked troubled. "A princess from a found baby that might one day inherit your throne? Is that possible? Would it be proper?" The baby in her arm gave a wail and held out her small hands. The beautiful Egyptian princess tried to calm her, with no avail. "I think she wants you, Yami." The pharaoh turned back.

"Besides," he continued, taking the baby gently from the woman's arms. The infant quieted down at once and gave a happy coo. The Egyptian deity looked surprised. "Don't you see? I didn't choose her. She chose me." He paused, then said, almost pleadingly. "You do understand, don't you, Myra? You're the only one that really understands me." Myra looked up from her cup of tea and stared into Yami's pleading amethyst eyes steadily. Then, the warm smile returned on her pretty face.

"Or course I understand, Yami." She stood up and walked gracefully over to the Egyptian ruler. "Who can leave such a treasure now?" She ran her fingertip along the baby's face. The baby gave a delighted squeal. The damsel stopped all of a sudden.

"What are you going to name her? Surely, she doesn't have a name, yet? And if she is to be a proper princess, she must have a proper name." The pharaoh looked up at his half-sister, ready to reply, but his eyes caught something outside the window behind her. The perfect name lay among the ever so graceful stalks of blue flowers, flowing harmoniously outside in the golden rays of the sun.

"Delphinium." He announced, feeling ever so peaceful and whole at the moment. He turned to the baby in his arms. "She's going to be a wonderful princess, I could just…feet it. And her name shall be Delphinium. Princess Delphinium."