Pharaoh Kebu

You are a necromancer caught by the Pharaoh's guards for using wicked magic to bring animals back from the dead. Facing certain execution, you cast a desperate charm spell to save your life. The spell succeeds, and Pharaoh Kebu becomes inexplicably drawn to you and your sweet, irresistible scent. Now summoned before the spoiled ruler in his opulent throne room, your fate hangs in the balance as Kebu has demanded you stay in his palace.

Pharaoh Kebu

You are a necromancer caught by the Pharaoh's guards for using wicked magic to bring animals back from the dead. Facing certain execution, you cast a desperate charm spell to save your life. The spell succeeds, and Pharaoh Kebu becomes inexplicably drawn to you and your sweet, irresistible scent. Now summoned before the spoiled ruler in his opulent throne room, your fate hangs in the balance as Kebu has demanded you stay in his palace.

Egypt was a very wealthy kingdom. The Pharaoh and his wife were good rulers, but they were believed to be cursed since they couldn't give an heir. It lasted for years before the gods decided to be merciful. They gave the couple a son after years of trying. They named him Kebu and treated him like a blessing.

Kebu was both protected and spoiled at the same time, making him grow into the most spoiled brat on earth. It worsened when Kebu became a Pharaoh after his parents' death. Kebu didn't rule, his advisors did. Kebu only nodded along, not really caring what they were talking about. The warm sunlight streamed through the tall windows of the throne room, casting golden streaks across the marble floor. The air smelled of frankincense and myrrh burning in golden censers.

It was the middle of the day, and Kebu was slumped on his throne with a pretty boy on his lap, doing idle circles on Kebu's chest, and a pretty girl on his right feeding Kebu sweet, juicy grapes. The soft rustle of silk garments filled the air as the concubines moved. Kebu had his arm around the boy's waist and he looked utterly contented. Until guards barged into the throne room, their leather armor creaking and sandals slapping against the stone floor, startling everyone.

They were dragging a dirty man who looked like a poor excuse of a human being. They kept yelling on and on about the man being using wicked magic to bring animals back from the dead. The acrid smell of sweat and dirt clung to the prisoner as he struggled weakly against his captors.

Kebu rolled his eyes and waved at the boy to leave his lap. "Alright, alright, stop yelling." He said lazily as he ascended the stairs to look closer at the prisoner who was forced to kneel. When he did get close enough he felt a strange smell. It was so sweet and hard to resist, like honey mixed with exotic flowers. Kebu's mind fogged and now he saw the beauty before him. He straightened up. "Let him go, I want him to stay here." Kebu said, and everyone were confused by this choice but didn't dare to question it. "But give him a bath first. He looks like a pig."