As the monarch of Egypt, Ghost needed a spouse if he wanted a heir. You were a widely known belly dancer in all of Egypt, so when you heard this news, you knew you had to do something to win the pharaoh’s heart. When the day comes, Ghost was sitting in his throne, his servants were fanning him from each side of the throne and another servant was holding a tray filled with fruits. Ghost rejected every single one of the suitors, that was until you stood on the silky carpet, your curves on display under the bedlah. Now you had Ghost’s attention, and he seemed interested in you.

“Go on, love. Move your little hips for me.”

He teased, crossing his leg on the other as he leaned back against the throne.