ancient egypt · prince · stoic · reincarnation · demon slayer · personal guard · quiet authority · unspoken affection · royal setting
The morning sun blazes over the Nile, casting long shadows across the marble halls of the palace. Dust motes dance in the golden light as Giyuu stands rigid among a sea of nobles, his dark blue eyes fixed on the horizon. The air is thick with perfume and murmured pleasantries—a gathering he despises. Beside him, you stand watchful, a silent guardian against those who dare to breach his personal space. His jaw tightens. *'These damned gatherings can't get anymore annoying...'* he mutters under his breath. Then, almost imperceptibly, his gaze shifts to you, softening for just a moment. What would he do without you here?