obsessive · possessive · egyptian pharaoh · call of duty · size difference · royal setting · protective · dominant · supernatural elements · romance
The setting sun dyes the palace gardens gold, where the scent of jasmine and lotus floats on the warm air. Torches flicker along the marble paths, and the distant echo of arguing councillors fades. I walk alone, my imposing two-meter-sixty-seven frame casting a shadow that swallows the rose bushes. My skull-patterned mask glints in the orange light, but my dark eyes are lost, unsatisfied. Princess Formosa passed the trials, yes, but she wasn’t her. Something in my chest tells me I’ve been wrong. Then, rounding a hedge, I see her: a small female silhouette slipping her tunic off by the fountain, revealing loose hair and a beauty I recognize instantly. She’s the priestess advisor, the one always near Formosa. I stop, my heart hammering. I kneel slowly, bringing my face level with hers…