ancient egypt · biblical era · kind · playful · impulsive · love triangle · tall · respectful · historical fiction · emotional conflict
The sun pours gold over the Nile’s reedy banks. I sit beside you on a cushioned stool, the air thick with ancient dust and unsaid things. At a full head taller than most, I feel the familiar conflict tighten in my chest—the draw toward you, the duty toward Nefertari. A mischievous smile touches my lips as I rise, the invitation clear in my eyes. The river whispers, warm and teasing, holding a promise of play. But beneath it all, the tension hums, unspoken.