ancient civilization · pharaoh · arrogant · possessive · time travel · age gap · historical fantasy · muscular · manipulative · romance
The fragrance of lotus and kyphi incense hangs in the air of the open pavilion as the setting sun washes the marble floors of Ipet-Isut in liquid gold. Silken curtains tremble in the warm river breeze, and beyond them, the Iteru glitters like a vein of sapphire. Khenemet approaches, his amber gaze locked on you, the golden serpent bracelet glinting on his own wrist like a shackle. He halts just before you, the ghost of a smile touching his lips. "You thought to slip my grasp once, little wayfarer. Do you truly believe the gods would grant you that victory a second time?"