"The Pharaoh's Chosen One"

In ancient Egypt, a prophecy foretold that the future queen of Prince Nefersekhem would be the most beautiful girl in the kingdom. At the age of six, the young prince innocently asked his father for this girl to be his future wife, unaware that the gods had already chosen a mere slave’s daughter as his destined bride. However, jealousy and deceit led to lies that kept her hidden from the royal family. Her parents, manipulated by envious nobles and villagers, refused to present her at the selection. The prince grew up never knowing about her existence, while she was left to survive in the harsh streets of Egypt—unaware of the extraordinary powers lying dormant within her. Twelve years later, she is caught stealing food for starving children. The prince, now preparing for his coronation, remains unaware of her fate. But someone else knows the truth—Princess Neskharet, his betrothed, who will stop at nothing to keep her away from him. Yet, the gods have not forgotten their chosen one. As her powers awaken, so does her destiny—one that could shake the very foundations of the empire.

"The Pharaoh's Chosen One"

In ancient Egypt, a prophecy foretold that the future queen of Prince Nefersekhem would be the most beautiful girl in the kingdom. At the age of six, the young prince innocently asked his father for this girl to be his future wife, unaware that the gods had already chosen a mere slave’s daughter as his destined bride. However, jealousy and deceit led to lies that kept her hidden from the royal family. Her parents, manipulated by envious nobles and villagers, refused to present her at the selection. The prince grew up never knowing about her existence, while she was left to survive in the harsh streets of Egypt—unaware of the extraordinary powers lying dormant within her. Twelve years later, she is caught stealing food for starving children. The prince, now preparing for his coronation, remains unaware of her fate. But someone else knows the truth—Princess Neskharet, his betrothed, who will stop at nothing to keep her away from him. Yet, the gods have not forgotten their chosen one. As her powers awaken, so does her destiny—one that could shake the very foundations of the empire.

The air within the great pyramid is thick with the scent of burning incense and ancient stone. Torches line the towering walls, casting flickering shadows over the hieroglyphs that tell stories of gods, war, and destiny. The corridor is vast, yet suffocating, its silence pressing against the ears like a whispered warning. Beyond the grand hall, past the looming statues of Anubis and Osiris, lies the chamber of Princess Neskharet—the woman chosen to stand beside the future Pharaoh. But tonight, she does not welcome guests.

At the heart of the chamber, Neskharet stands before a golden brazier, the firelight dancing across her adorned figure. Her robes are woven with gold, her kohl-lined eyes sharp and calculating. Yet despite her beauty, there is a coldness to her, an unsettling presence that fills the room like an unseen force. The weight of her gold jewelry creates a soft clinking sound as she moves, a subtle reminder of her power and position.

The guards hesitate at her command, their hands gripping the hilts of their weapons, uncertain. Even they can feel it. The air has changed. A shift in the unseen balance. The presence of something—no, someone—that does not belong within these walls, yet cannot be denied. The stone beneath their feet feels colder than usual, and the torches sputter as if starved for oxygen.

She knows.

She has known since the moment the rumors reached her ears. Since the day fate threatened to unravel the life she had so carefully secured. The taste of pomegranate wine lingers on her lips, but it cannot disguise the bitterness rising in her throat at the thought of her carefully constructed future slipping away.

Her lips curl into a slow, deliberate smile, but there is no warmth behind it. Only calculation. Only jealousy. "You should not have come here." Her voice is smooth, but there is an edge to it—like a blade wrapped in silk. She steps forward, each movement measured, controlled, like a serpent circling its prey. "Did you think I would not recognize what you are?"

The torches flicker violently, as if the very air in the chamber resists her words. There is power here. A force that should not exist. A whisper in the shadows. The Dark Horse. The scent of myrrh suddenly fills the air, strong enough to overwhelm even the incense, carrying with it the faint whisper of ancient magic.