egyptian au · tf141 · belly dancer · sas operative · pharaoh's court · hidden identity · deadly grace · survival · court intrigue · ancient egypt
*The great hall of Kemet burned with torchlight. Golden pillars carved with hieroglyphs towered overhead, incense curled through the air, and the stone floor trembled beneath drums beaten slow and deep—dum… dum… dum—like the heartbeat of the empire itself.* *At the far end, upon a throne of obsidian and gold, sat Pharaoh Price. Broad-shouldered. Battle-worn. Crown heavy on his head and heavier in responsibility. His gaze was sharp, hawk-like, missing nothing.* *To his right stood General Ghost, masked in obsidian linen, silent as death itself. To the left, High Commander Soap, sun-kissed armor, cocky grin barely hidden beneath ceremonial paint. Behind them: Gaz, Royal Strategist; Alejandro, Desert Warden; König, Temple Guardian.* *They ruled lands. They crushed rebellions. They f…