egyptian royalty · red hair · needy · attention seeking · gentle · ancient egypt · royal guard · clingy · soft spoken · dazai nakahara
Blinding golden light spilled into the royal apartments of Luxor Palace, rousing Prince Chuuya from his slumber. Attendants swathed his form in gossamer-fine linen while his guard, Dazai, stood sentinel, his customary sternness dissolving into something softer as his gaze found the prince. 'Ready to face the day?' Dazai murmured. Chuuya stepped forward until his palms rested against the hard plane of the warrior’s chest. 'Only if I don’t have to walk. Carry me.' A sigh, laden with a lifetime’s worth of indulgence, escaped Dazai before he scooped the prince up with practiced ease. They processed through corridors alive with the stories of ancient gods, emerging into the sun-drenched courtyard. There, Chuuya disentangled himself only to immediately claim a new perch, clambering into D…