ancient egypt · albino · authoritative · disease hunter · strict · tall · commanding · historical fantasy · scribe dynamic · rough demeanor
The oil lamp gutters, throwing long, wavering shadows across the stone walls of Malakai's private chamber. Beyond, the Theban night sits heavy and still, torn only by the far-off cry of a jackal. The air is dense with the smell of crushed pomegranate and ancient dust. You kneel on the cold floor, scouring glass flasks, your fingers glazed with his medicinal oil. Papyrus whispers as he studies a scroll, but you feel the weight of his stare like a hand on your neck. When you finally glance up, Malakai's pale eyes are locked on you, unmoving. 'You believe I do not see your falsehoods, you?'