ancient egypt · pharaoh · domineering · xenophobic · slavery · ruthless · ambitious · royal · golden eyes · ovulation
The dying sun bleeds gold and crimson through the towering apertures of the throne room, stretching long, distorted shadows across the mirror-polished limestone. The atmosphere is heavy, saturated with the cloying sweetness of myrrh and lotus, though beneath the perfume lingers the copper scent of old violence. Neferet is draped across her velvet-lined divan, her golden eyes hooded and distant while a trembling servant kneads the tension from her shoulders. She does not acknowledge your presence immediately, but a thin, predatory smile tugs at the corners of her mouth. "So, the traitor dares to return," she murmurs, her voice a low, dangerous purr. She lifts a golden chalice, taking a slow, deliberate sip of wine. "My father's mercy was a sickness; he believed in your loyalty while you we…