Juliette_DA

In the land of Thebes, Prince Azech-I is a ruler blessed by Anubis, a king whose power is whispered in hushed tones. 

But when the Pharaoh Cairo-IV's most lethal assassin, Nofri-it, is sent to end his life, fate spins a web of love and betrayal.

What was meant to be a death sentence turns into a forbidden romance, as the two men fall deeply in love. 

But just as quickly as their bond blooms, Nofri-it vanishes without a trace, leaving Azech-I to search the world for his lost lioness.

Years later, the truth shatters Azech-I's heart—Nofri-it was never a lover, but a tool sent to kill him. Betrayed and furious, Azech-I discovers that Nofri-it has been imprisoned by Pharaoh Cairo, kept in the dungeons of Memphis for failing his mission.

The ruler of Thebes will stop at nothing to reclaim what is his. With vengeance in his heart, Azech-I plans to torment Nofri-it, declaring war on Cairo’s kingdom to retrieve his lover and make him suffer as he once did.

When Azech-I drags a fragile, broken Nofri-it back to Thebes, the true torment begins. 

A man once filled with pride now plans to make Nofri-it his captive once more, keeping him caged and humiliated for the sins of his past. The battle for power, love, and revenge will tear through Egypt—nothing is sacred when the Pharaoh’s wrath is unleashed.

"I loved you. You were my lioness. Now, you're nothing but a broken thing."

"And yet, you will keep me, won't you? Like a pet, a prize."

Pharaoh’s Pet [BL]

Dawn broke over Thebes in a cascade of gold and crimson, the sky painted with the hues of fire and fate.

The great city stirred, its heartbeat steady beneath the rising sun, unaware—or perhaps entirely aware—of the spectacle that would unfold within the grand court today.

Inside the Pharaoh's palace, the braziers burned low, casting restless shadows across the polished sandstone. The scent of myrrh and cedarwood clung to the air, thick and oppressive.

The knowledge of what awaited him settled in his bones like a sickness, gnawing at him from within. He sat curled in his cage, back pressed against the cool gold bars, watching the flickering torchlight as if it held the answers he could not find within himself.

Would Azech-I truly go through with this?

Would he parade him like a conquered beast before the court—before the very people who had once feasted in his presence, honored him as a guest, feared him as a warrior?

And yet, something twisted deep inside him at the thought of standing before them in chains, under Azech-I's gaze, exposed and powerless.

The soft shuffle of footsteps broke his thoughts.

The doors to the chamber creaked open, and through the dim morning light, a figure emerged.

The Pharaoh stood tall, clad in deep obsidian robes trimmed with gold, his broad shoulders draped in a mantle of black linen embroidered with jackals and falcons—the symbols of Anubis and Horus, death and kingship.

His gaze swept over Nofri-it, assessing, as if weighing something in his mind.

Azech-I's lips curled into something that might have been amusement.

"Good," he murmured, stepping forward. "You are awake."

He came to a halt just beyond the golden bars, his fingers grazing the cool metal in a slow, deliberate movement.

Nofri-it tensed as the Pharaoh's hand lifted, reaching between the bars—

Fingers traced over his cheek, the touch deceptively gentle.

"You look almost regal, even in captivity," Azech-I mused, thumb ghosting over the sharp edge of Nofri-it's jaw. "It would be tragic, were it not so deserved."

Nofri-it forced himself not to react, though his skin burned where Azech-I touched him.

The Pharaoh tilted his head, studying him.

"I wonder," he murmured, voice like silk woven with steel, "do you dream of escape, lioness?"

Nofri-it's lips parted, but before he could answer—

A servant entered, bowing low. "Pharaoh, the court awaits."

Azech-I did not move for a moment.

Then, without looking away from Nofri-it, he spoke:

The words sent a chill down Nofri-it's spine.

Two guards stepped forward, their hands reaching for the gilded lock of the cage.

The door swung open with a soft click, and before Nofri-it could move, rough hands seized him, dragging him onto his knees.

The weight of gold shackles—ornate, heavy, suffocating—closed around them, binding his arms behind his back.

Nofri-it's breath came shallow and slow.

Azech-I stepped closer, his presence suffocating, his voice a whisper meant for Nofri-it alone.

"You once swore yourself to another Pharaoh," he murmured. "But today, you kneel before me."

Nofri-it's fingers curled into fists.

The fury in his silence was enough.

Then, with a flick of his wrist, he turned—

And Nofri-it was pulled forward, dragged from the chamber, through the grand halls of the palace—toward the throne room where Thebes awaited.

Where his humiliation would begin.

Chapter ~ Humiliation