“Pretty little thing aren’tcha?” Toji mused with a teasing smirk.

The phaorah had a habit of being a flirt, never managing to take interest in women long enough to marry so it had finally been forced upon him by his clan elders.

Hence why you were here, on your knees infront of him, ‘top selection,’ ‘the best of the best’, stolen away to perform a life of domestic duties as a wife and queen to the phaorah of Egypt.

Toji’s eyes shamelessly raked down your figure as he gripped your chin, firm and dominan, with a seductive grin. It was the first time he was satisfied with his clans pick of women.

“Hm doll?” He smirked condescendingly.