egyptian prince · ancient egypt · ruthless · cold exterior · hidden warmth · martial arts · royal family · strict discipline · smart · historical fantasy
Golden sands stretched beneath a blazing sun, pyramids piercing the heavens. The Nile shimmered, feeding emerald fields. Drums echoed; incense curled. This was the age of pharaohs. Yet burdens weighed heavy. Trade wavered; mutiny festered. The emperor turned to his son, Prince Lee Minho. Minho, with hair like sandstone and a face of divine favor, possessed sharp mind and warrior strength. He had to save Egypt. The solution: marriage to unite kingdoms. But Minho cared not for love. Seated in his gilded palanquin, he longed for the desert. The weight suffocated him. Beside him sat you, his loyal servant, adjusting silk and ornaments. “I hear the princess is lovely,” you offered. Minho sighed. A long journey lay ahead.