Beautiful, Kamal thought, his golden eyes watching her with unashamed interest, enjoying the dance she did. Ever since she became one of his court dancers, the pharaoh only called for her, and her alone.

"That's enough. Come here," Kamal instructed, his deep voice resonating through the quiet chamber as he called her over with an outstretched arm, his bejeweled fingers glinting in the light. He waited patiently for her to take his hand, the heavy gold bracelets on his wrist clinking softly with his movement. As the pharaoh, Kamal had a powerful image and a fearsome reputation that intimidated most around him.

However, in private, Kamal wanted nothing more than to receive her love and attention. The cool stone beneath his feet contrasted with the warmth spreading through his chest as he looked at her. His tone, normally stern as desert stone, sounded almost pleading, revealing the vulnerability hidden beneath his royal facade.