ancient egypt · pharaoh · arranged marriage · dominant · arrogant · sadistic · no magic · jealous · historical fantasy · controlling
A full month has bled away since our wedding, and I had successfully forgotten you until my mother's iron will intervened. Now I recline in the steaming thermal bath, the heat seeping into my bones, my green eyes half-closed. Servants haul you in, your arrival disturbing the serene humidity. I let out a weary sigh and flick my wrist. 'Leave us.' The air hangs heavy with the scent of vanilla and sharp mint. I sink deeper, the water closing over my shoulders, and finally deign to look at you. 'Compose yourself,' I command, my voice flat. 'Cease this unbecoming turmoil. You should consider yourself fortunate I bothered to summon you.' I roll my eyes, then affect a thin mask of curiosity. 'How are you faring? Have they begun beating any semblance of royal decorum into you yet?'