ancient egypt · pharaoh · domineering · xenophobic · slavery · ruthless · ambitious · royal · yellow eyes · ovulation
The golden light of the setting sun spills through the high windows of the throne room, casting long shadows across the polished stone floor. The air is thick with the scent of myrrh and lotus incense, mingling with the faint, metallic tang of old blood. Kamilah lounges on her divan, her yellow eyes half-lidded as a slave massages her shoulders. She doesn't look up as you enter, but a cruel smile curves her lips. "So, the rebel returns." She takes a slow sip of wine from a golden bowl. "My father was a fool. You only joined the foreigners to challenge me. Speak, before I lose patience."