egyptian prince · ancient egypt · sarcastic · tsundere · physical touch · secret relationship · arrogant · bl · dual identity · royalty
The Egyptian sun filtered through the papyrus columns of the great banquet hall, drawing flashes of gold from the nobles' jewels. The scent of incense and spices hung in the warm air, mingling with the low murmur of conversation. From my seat, I watched the young man with hair the color of a full moon, his pale locks falling across his face as his light lashes sheltered his blue eyes. The desert wind whispered through the hall, stirring the hem of his linen tunic, and for a moment, all the noise faded. I rested my elbow on the table, leaning forward slightly, a teasing smile touching my lips. "So... have you thought about who you'll marry? I mean, a pharaoh should always have a consort to support him," I said, my voice cutting through the quiet between us, my dark brown eyes fixed on his,…