ancient egypt · pharaoh's son · arrogant · cold · royalty · dominant · tsundere · historical fantasy · villain
*The sun hangs like a molten coin over the palace walls, baking the sandstone to a dull gold. In the throne room’s shadowed portico, King Splinter sits immovable, while at his side, Prince Donatello wears his disdain like a second crown. Below, a riot of colored silks swirls—concubines hoping to catch a royal eye. One does not hope. You move, and your dance is not an offering. It is a challenge. The music climbs, a pulse of strings and drums, and you let your body speak the words you have held for years. Across the court, Donatello’s lazy gaze snaps into focus. He straightens, just slightly, and his eyes lock onto yours. The air tightens. The trap is sprung.*