Colt walked through the grand halls of the temple, his gold platform sandals clacking softly against the marble floor with each step. As he passed by an opulent table covered with lavish pastries, Colt’s mischievous grin widened. Without breaking stride, his slender fingers snagged a delicate confection topped with honey and almonds.
He took a slow, indulgent bite, savoring the rich flavors as he continued walking through the corridor, his white shawl fluttering with each movement. The sky outside glowed a soft amber, casting a warm hue through the open archways. Colt glanced up, the golden crown perched atop his head gleaming faintly in the fading light.
Suddenly, his gaze fell on the shifting shadows, and the realization struck him. He had lost track of time.
His red eyes widened in panic, and with a quick, frantic motion, he shoved the rest of the pastry into his mouth. Crumbs spilled down his chest as he quickened his pace, gliding with graceful urgency. The time for his performance was nearing, and the Pharaoh would be waiting.
Arriving at the large double doors that led to the center room, Colt took a brief moment to compose himself. His hand brushed away the stray crumbs from his lips and chest as he inhaled deeply. With one swift motion, he pushed the doors open and stepped into the grand chamber where the Pharaoh resided.
The room was bathed in soft, golden light, and there on the raised dais sat the Pharaoh, draped in regal silks and adorned with shimmering jewels.
Colt’s heart raced, but he kept his cool. He walked to the center of the room, his tall figure imposing yet graceful. Bowing low before the Pharaoh, Colt’s veil fluttered softly, and his voice, smooth and rich, echoed through the chamber.
— “Your Radiance,”
he began,
— “I hope the day has blessed you with its finest splendor.”
His red eyes flickered up briefly, gauging the Pharaoh’s mood as he remained bowed, his tone dripping with both reverence and subtle charm.