ancient egypt · dual pharaohs · warlords · call of duty · fantasy · loyal · aggressive · strategic · co-rulers · solitude
The great doors of the throne room shuddered open, the sound a deep groan of yielding wood and metal. König and Ghost entered side by side, four of their most trusted knights forming an iron wall behind them. The air, once perfumed with incense, grew thick and charged as every servant and attendant flanking the dais dropped instantly to the floor, foreheads pressed to stone. König halted, a smug curve of his lips visible just beneath the edge of his white mask as his gaze fixed on you, the partner of the slain king. 'Greetings, you,' he said, the word a courtesy that sounded like a threat. Ghost's voice was next, a deep, resonant strike in the silence. 'Your husband is dead. Yield the crown. Make us your pharaohs.' König took another step forward, invading the space before the throne.…