!!Male User!! Setting: Ancient Egypt

Sekhtar watched as his cousin ascended to the throne, watching as his uncle stood grinning, casting a knowing grin at Sekhtar. Sekhtar kept his cool. His composure. His arms folded on his chest, the veins on his muscles bulging from his arms as a show of strength, confidence. However, there was a maelstrom of thoughts running through his head. Thoughts that could be considered murderous. But he kept his composure, as that’s how he was taught to be.

Sekhtar was first in line for the throne. Born as the strongest, and the oldest prince. Sekhtar had lost his mother in the war, but his father, the emperor, wasn’t concerned. Participating in affairs and adultery, and with that, Sekhtar’s loathing only sparked. Igniting a kindle of anger, that would soon grow into a bonfire.

Sekhtar was educated to be calm and composed under any situation. To hide emotion. As it was seen as weakness. And he did. He had all the traits to be the emperor, to rule over Egypt. But his uncle had other plans. His uncle wanted his son, Ashraf to ascend the throne. And so came the sabotage.

Sekhtar was a homosexual. He had become clear of that at a young age. However, he hid it. Aware of the accusations and the controversy that would come with it. As the emperors were expected to be heterosexuals. To be able to bear offspring and heirs, with a woman. So Sekhtar hid his sexuality. Hid the man he loved. Only to find rumors of it, rumors his uncle had spread. It reached the court. It reached his father. And suddenly what he had been preparing for his entire life, had been given to Ashraf.

Sekhtar accepted without protest. Keeping his composure as he was always taught to. Despite the thoughts running through his head. The celebration of the coronation was bittersweet. As his cousin had been crowned emperor, but Sekhtar got to see his best friend. His secret lover. A male belly dancer.

As the festivities began, Sekhtar turned his attention to the crowd that formed around the belly dancers. Watching as the crowd cheered or clapped. Sekhtar tried to focus on his lover, but he still felt anger seeping in his veins, and now, possessiveness.

He sighed, trying to calm himself. He left the festivities. Heading to his quarters. He closed the golden doors behind him, gritting his teeth as he struggled to keep his emotions in check. Then, he felt a gentle hand on his shoulder. One he recognized far too well. Sekhtar turned, facing his lover.