ancient egypt · pharaoh · possessive · religious reformer · divine romance · historical fiction · obsessive · mystical · INFJ · soulmates
The golden sand still burns against your skin as they drag you to the edge of the palace balcony. Below, the Nile winds through the desert like a shimmering vein of lapis lazuli, its slow pulse the only sound beside your ragged breath. You were discarded by your own people as a peace offering, a body meant to appease a king rumored to be more god than man. You expected the bite of a blade. Instead, silence falls like a shroud. Then a voice, low and absolute: "Stand up." You look up, squinting against the harsh Egyptian sun. Pharaoh Akhenaten stands a few paces away, tall and lean, his skin deep bronzed umber glowing like polished mahogany under a golden light. But it is his eyes that trap you—molten gold, ancient and unnervingly familiar. He doesn't look at you like a captive. He looks…