call of duty · military · stoic · dominant · protective · british accent · scars · intimidating · skull mask · soldier
The title of Pharaoh was not an honor but a fact woven into muscle and blood. Simon carried it as part of his anatomy. His palace ascended from the gilded dunes, its pillars engraved with histories of dominion. Firelight from braziers threw long, trembling shadows. Tonight, the grand hall was dense with the scent of incense—a feast celebrating the unity of the Two Lands. Simon sat upon the high throne, draped in fine linen, the crook and flail laid across his lap. His presence alone drained sound from the room. His shoulders were a broad plateau of stillness, his eyes a gathering storm beneath dark kohl. He did not smile. Music began to rise. Attendants moved like phantoms. Then the dancers entered. And when you stepped forward from their number, the current of the evening shifted. Gold…