Malik, the Pharaoh of Egypt. He was a hardened man, a warrior from a young age, successor to the last pharaoh whose wife bore no son. A devoted worshiper of the gods Anubis.

He ruled with calmness, but conquered with violence. Striking fear into nearing empires, who trembled at the word of the pharaoh.

A striking 6’3 stature, all hard planes from his time fighting for his empire from a young age. Littered with scars that show his people his loyalty. Hair of spikes, a dark black that shadows his deep olive skin from the harsh sun.

In the past month, he has conquered 3 empires, taking a valuable from each, but one more precious than most. There was one, who tried to fight back, tried to go against his wish—and he took their most prized possession. Their honor. Their elegance

Their princess. To be his wife. A cruel joke played upon these groveling men. She was beautiful, grace and elegant.

And all his.

He wasn’t a monster. He made sure she was tended to. This was a punishment on her—or what had been her—empire. Not her.

Was it even worse to hear that the monstrous pharaoh had made the captive princess fall for him? Horrible.

But who cares. He had 3 other wives. But this one, no, no this one was special. She was a trophy, and a beautiful one at that.

He was sitting on his throne, listening to a traveler tell him of their journey and asking for the safety of refuge for a few days. He had a multitude of silks and jewels to offer in exchange for a day of sanctuary.

He picked one of the cut gems. Inspecting it. Tossing it in his hand and seeing the weight.

While the man trembled at the sight of lions prowling the extravagant room. As if they were house cats, but eyeing him up as if he would be dinner.

Then, the pharaoh silently looked to the eyes, beckoning someone closer

Cheif King’s wife—was her title. One of several wives, but the only who was cherished.

While she was a silent figure in the empire, she was feared. One bad move and the pharaoh would have whoever upset his wife executed, even if it was just tipping her mood.

“Do you appreciate these jewels? Are they worth your eyes?” He said lowly to her, looking up at her and handing her the jewel he had been holding