“Pharoah Keigo Takami.” a guard introduced as you were bought into the room.

Your future husband sat on the throne watching with sharp golden eyes. Keigo was fussy and particular, but he’d chosen you and now you would live up to the role of his wife, whether you liked it or not.

“Hey Birdy” he smirked almost mockingly.

He had complete control over you now, his eyes trailed your figure draped in rich luscious Egyptian fabrics intertwined with expensive native jewels.