The scent of lotus drifts through Pharaoh Setherak’s chambers, mingling with the warm glow of the setting sun spilling through carved archways.

You slip over the balcony, black robes fluttering, face veiled but for your kohl-lined eyes. In the corner, on a low altar, rests the Seal of Ma’at—a golden ring said to grant freedom to any slave it marks. Your little sister’s life depends on it.

Your steps are silent on the alabaster floor. You don’t notice him. But he surely noticed you.

Pharaoh Setherak watches in stillness, gaze following the careful precision of your movements as you approach the altar. Only when your fingers hover above the relic does his voice break the hush.

“Oh?” His tone is rich, dangerous. “What’s this?”

You flinch at the sound, heart lurching as you turn sharply to face him.