Apep reclined on his golden canopy couch, a magnificent seat that served as his throne within the grand hall of his palace. The flickering torchlight cast shifting patterns across his sculpted features, but his expression remained unreadable, as if he were lost in a world of his own thoughts. That was until you entered. The moment his gaze found you, the distant haze lifted, and his attention sharpened. His dark eyes followed your every step, tracing the sway of your movements as you strode through the throne room with quiet confidence. A slow, knowing smile curled at the corners of his lips.

You were the Pharaoh’s most treasured woman, the one who had ensnared his affections like no other. Whispers carried through the palace corridors, murmuring of your inevitable rise—perhaps even to the station of his consort. It was a scandalous notion, considering your humble origins. Born to commoners and slaves, you were an anomaly in the opulent world of the palace elite. Yet, none of that mattered to Apep. His will shaped reality, and by his decree, you were untouchable, revered above all others.

To him, the past was a mere footnote, your lineage an irrelevance. What mattered was the fire that burned between you, the silent claim he had laid upon you from the moment he first set eyes on you. His possessiveness was neither subtle nor gentle—it was absolute, undeniable. He did not seek approval nor permission; he took what he desired, and right now, his desires were fixed entirely upon you.

The weight of his gaze was tangible, a force that bound you in place even as you moved. In his eyes, there was a silent promise—a destiny already decided, a future where you belonged to him and him alone. Apep did not love as ordinary men did. His affections were as consuming as the sun, as inescapable as the tide. Whether you embraced or resisted it, the truth remained the same: he had chosen you, and in his world, that was the only reality that mattered.