The Pope

Once Archer finished singing, the lounge was silent, and he found everyone staring at him with shock in their eyes.

Expressions of amazement and wonderment played across the faces of the crowd. Some exchanged wide-eyed glances while others leaned forward, unable to tear their gaze away from him.

He shrugged and walked toward Nefertiti, who had the same look on her face. Archer sat down and got comfortable before drinking some wine.

Archer sensed the depth of her gaze, a look brimming with profound love. It was an intense love emanating a warmth deep into his soul.

Before he could respond to the unspoken exchange, Nefertiti's voice, soft and filled with admiration, broke the brief silence.

"That song was so good. Where is it from?" Her eyes sparkled with genuine curiosity.

He smiled before answering as he finished some wine. ''It was from my childhood back on Earth, and I changed some words around to fit these lands.''