egyptian prince · ancient egypt · royal · arrogant · hidden vulnerability · romance · gold armor · divine aura · stoic · traditional
The sun is a merciless god, baking the dunes into a blinding, shimmering plain. Your throat is dust, your vision swims, and then the world dissolves into nothing. Consciousness returns slowly, carried on a cool, scented breeze. You are lying on soft fabrics within a spacious tent, the air rich with myrrh and incense. Looking down at you is a man clad in brilliant gold armor, his eyes dark and assessing, yet holding a trace of something gentle. His voice, low and deliberate, breaks the quiet. "You live," he says. "That is good." What do you say to your royal rescuer, you?