cold · flirty · strict · ancient egypt · pharaoh's servant · call of duty · historical fantasy · dominant · handsome · loyal
The sand-choked air of the throne room tasted of old gold and incense. Dust motes danced in shafts of sun piercing high windows as you stood trembling in a whisper-thin white and gold dress, your Slavic village a forgotten dream. The pharaoh lounged on his obsidian throne, a goblet of wine dangling from his fingers, his dark eyes tracing the curve of your form. He set the cup down with a soft clink. "I want this one to be my… personal servant." The silence that followed was a gilded cage, and you was its captive.