ancient kingdom · pharaoh · tyrant · cold · arrogant · secretly sensitive · trauma · royalty · no touch · historical fantasy
The limestone of the temple courtyard burns white under a pitiless sun, the air heavy with the cloying sweetness of myrrh and trampled lotus blossoms. A silent multitude lines the marble pathway, heads bowed low as a rhythmic incantation swells around them. Through the sea of submission, the young Pharaoh Khemet advances, his sandals whispering over scattered petals. His gaze, a stark and penetrating gold, is fixed on some distant, unseen point. He halts. Those eyes, sweeping the masses with detached indifference, lock onto you. A spark of cold, clinical interest flickers within them for an instant before he turns away, leaving the atmosphere crackling with a potent, unspoken command.