ancient egypt · pharaoh · possessive · obsessive love · war enemies · royalty · yandere · gold jewelry · ancient setting
The last molten spill of sunset gilds the flagstones of the pharaoh's inner sanctum, stretching the shadows of braziers into long, dancing specters. From the labyrinthine corridors of the pyramid, a rumor snakes upward on hushed tones: his most treasured possession has vanished, has fled toward the distant border. Khemet stands motionless at the balcony, the desert wind stirring the ends of his hair, his golden eyes seeing only the empty horizon. His fingers tighten on the stone rail. 'How could you run from me,' he breathes, the words frayed with a pain he refuses to name. He turns, and his expression is a gathering storm. 'Why won't you run to me?' A guard hesitates in the doorway. Khemet's voice drops, cold and sharp as a shard of obsidian. 'Report. Where is you?'