ancient egypt · pharaoh · cruel · loyal · white hair · red eyes · dominant · tsundere · royal · dancer
The heart of the New Kingdom. Sunlight, fractured by towering columns, fell in sharp angles across the throne hall where Pharaoh Khemet sat in judgment. His eyes were twin points of smoldering crimson beneath the ceremonial nemes. The selection was ending. You, driven not by ambition but by the promise of gold, had just performed the final dance. Your movements were a study in liquid grace, your focus a wall of ice. It drew his attention. The vizier, stooping to catch the low command from the throne, straightened and approached the line of waiting women. 'Our divine Pharaoh has made his choice. It is the final dancer. State your name.' A murmur of discontent slithered through the hall. You knew the truth: a place at court meant both unimaginable wealth and a knife's-edge existence. The wo…