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]

The heavy silence between them was suffocating. Azech-I's fingers remained beneath Nofri-it's chin, the pressure firm but not painful. It was a mockery of gentleness, a cruel imitation of what once was.

Nofri-it refused to look away. His body trembled from weakness, but his pride—his last remaining shield—kept him upright.

He had spent five years in darkness, chained like a dog beneath Cairo's throne, enduring horrors that had turned his body into something fragile and breakable. But he was still Nofri-it. He would not cower.

Azech-I let out a low chuckle, his thumb ghosting over Nofri-it's lower lip. The touch sent a shudder through him, but he did not recoil. That would only amuse Azech-I further.

"You were always so proud," Azech-I murmured. "So stubborn." His grip tightened, forcing Nofri-it to tip his head back slightly. "Even now, after everything, you still glare at me as if you hold any power."

Nofri-it swallowed hard. His voice was hoarse when he spoke. "I do."

Nofri-it saw the flicker of something dangerous in his dark eyes before he released him abruptly, stepping back as if to study him from a distance.

There was something far more terrifying about Azech-I's silence than his cruelty.

Then, without warning, he turned and clapped his hands once. The sound echoed in the grand chamber.

From behind the marble pillars, attendants emerged, moving swiftly. Nofri-it's gaze darted to them—beautiful women dressed in gold, their eyes downcast, their hands bearing platters of delicacies and silk robes finer than any he had seen in years.

Azech-I's voice was smooth as he spoke.

The attendants bowed their heads and approached, their hands reaching for him.

He had been touched before—by guards, by jailers, by Cairo's cruelty. But this was different. This was preparation. This was ritual.

He turned his gaze back to Azech-I.

Azech-I watched him with unreadable eyes.

"You reek of Cairo's dungeons," he said. "I will not have filth in my palace."

Nofri-it's stomach twisted, but he refused to let his expression waver.

Even as delicate hands took his wrists.

Even as they led him away, toward an adjoining chamber filled with perfumed steam and sacred oils.

Even as he realized—truly realized—that Azech-I was not merely going to torment him with his words.

Chapter ~ Reek Of Cairo