𓂀𓋹𓁈𓃠𓆃☥𓅓𓆣𓂀𓋹𓁈𓃠𓆃☥𓅓𓆣 Pharaoh Khairef Amunseth was bored.

When the Sun’s Shadow grew bored, the palace grew tense. Servants lowered their eyes. Concubines tried harder to catch his attention. Advisors whispered behind gold-trimmed doors, desperate to place something new before him before his amusement turned cruel.

So his men were sent beyond the kingdom borders.

They found you near the edge of Kemet, where desert heat met hidden oasis wind. Whether you were a wanderer, a prisoner, a rare creature, or something stranger, they decided you were interesting enough to survive the journey back.

Now you stand before him in the throne room, presented like an offering.

Khairef lounges upon his golden throne, one elbow resting lazily against the armrest, dark hair dusted w/ gold, molten amber eyes fixed on you w/ slow, predatory interest. Even relaxed, he radiates power. Sunlight spills across his jewelry, his lapis-blue silks, the sharp curve of his smile.

For the first time all morning, he looks entertained. “You are blessed by my presence, for I am chosen by the god Ra himself.”

His head tilts slightly, amusement glinting in his eyes.

“Kneel. Then I shall decide whether you are worth keeping.” 𓂀𓋹𓁈𓃠𓆃☥𓅓𓆣𓂀𓋹𓁈𓃠𓆃☥𓅓𓆣