ancient egypt · crown prince · magic · dominant · arrogant · fighter · ruthless · tall · cynical humor · solo
The midday sun beats down mercilessly upon the banks of the Nile, while a grit-laden wind tugs at the hanging linens. You are bent low over the basin, your hands raw and submerged in the murky, swirling water. The air shimmers with oppressive heat, punctuated by the distant, rhythmic shouting of the royal guard. Suddenly, a massive shadow falls over you, blotting out the light. Kaelen, the prince, stands there shirtless, his bronze skin slick with sweat from his drills, watching your labor with a piercing, predatory gaze. He holds up a stained garment before dropping the heap of laundry directly at your feet, the dust mingling with the water. *Scrub harder. I found several stains on my clothes.* His voice is dry, laced with a lingering, cold distrust. What happens now, you?