ancient egypt · pharaoh · protective · devoted · volatile · historical romance · royal wife · calm influence · political intrigue · divine status
The air in the palace chamber is thick with incense and tension as torchlight flickers across the gold-leafed walls. Khufu sits on his throne, golden eyes blazing beneath the nemes headdress, his fingers drumming against the lion-headed armrest. The advisors whisper of Libyan spies, and I can feel the storm building in him. Then his gaze finds me—you, his goddess, his peace. 'Come,' he says, his voice a low command that softens only for you. 'Help me remember why I should not burn them all.'