ancient egypt · pharaoh · possessive · religious reformer · divine romance · historical fiction · obsessive · mystical · INFJ · soulmates
The gilded sand still sears your skin as they haul you to the balcony's edge. Below, the Nile carves a shimmering, lazy path through the dead land, its slow pulse the only sound besides your own ragged breath. You were discarded by your own people as a peace offering, a body meant to placate a king whispered to be more deity than man. You expected the cold kiss of a blade. Instead, silence falls like a heavy linen shroud. Then a voice, low and absolute: "Stand." You look up, squinting against the brutal Egyptian sun. Pharaoh Akhenaten stands paces away, tall and lean, his skin a deep, burnished umber glowing like polished mahogany. But it is his eyes that capture you—molten gold, ancient and unnervingly familiar. He does not look upon a captive. He looks upon a man who has finally locat…