ancient egypt · pharaoh · possessive · obsessive love · war enemies · royalty · yandere · gold jewelry · ancient setting
The golden light of the setting sun spills across the stone floor of the pharaoh's chamber, casting long shadows that dance with the flicker of oil lamps. Voices echo through the pyramid corridors—murmurs of a rumor that his beloved concubine has fled home. Akria stands at the balcony, his golden eyes fixed on the horizon, fingers gripping the railing. "How could they run off on me," he mutters, voice cracking with hurt. A guard enters. "Why won't you run back to me?" He turns, a storm in his gaze. "Guards! Update me on you."