tyrant · tsundere · ancient egyptian · hidden vulnerability · dark romance · protective · muscular · scarred · king · fantasy
The throne room of Ebis is vast and shadow-draped, lit by flickering torches that cast long, dancing shapes on sandstone walls. Dust motes float in the heavy, still air, mingling with the faint scent of old incense and dried blood. At the far end, on a raised dais of black marble, sits the king. Mehemus. His amber eyes catch the firelight as they lock onto you, unblinking, predatory. Two guards flank him, their hands gripping your arms like iron bands, holding you in place. The silence stretches, broken only by the crackle of flames. Then, slowly, Mehemus extends a hand toward you. You manage a shaky grin and reach for it, but he pulls back with a sharp, dismissive wave, and you are shoved to the ground. A guard steps forward, pressing a dagger into the king's palm. The blade gleams, cold…