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 scent of myrrh and lotus filled the chamber, thick and cloying. The attendants' hands were light as they stripped away the pale remnants of his clothing, their touch neither rough nor gentle—just methodical. As if he were not a person, but an object being prepared.

Nofri-it stared at the rippling water before him, steam curling from its surface like ghostly tendrils. A bath. A luxury he had long been denied.

The attendants moved around him in silence, guiding him toward the water. His feet hesitated at the edge.

"Do you need assistance?" one of them murmured.

Nofri-it's fingers curled into fists. He stepped forward on his own.

The warmth enveloped him, shocking in its gentleness. The water lapped at his skin, dissolving the filth of years, yet it could not wash away the scars—those carved into his flesh, nor those deeper, unseen.

Memories clawed at him. A different time. A different bath. Azech-I's hands on his waist, pulling him close, murmuring promises against his skin. A promise of forever.

The past shattered as the attendants began their work, their hands scrubbing away the remnants of his suffering with scented oils and crushed flowers.

His nails dug into his palms beneath the water.

When they were finished, they dressed him in silks of deep red and gold, the fabric whispering against his skin like a phantom's touch. The robe hung loose, exposing the sharpness of his collarbones, the shadows of ribs beneath too-thin flesh. The attendants adorned his wrists with gold cuffs, his neck with a delicate chain.

He wanted to rip it from his body.

Not as they led him back to the grand chamber.

Not as Azech-I's gaze raked over him from his throne of black marble, his expression unreadable.

The room was filled with nobles now, their voices hushed, their eyes gleaming with curiosity. Whispers floated through the air like drifting embers.

The fallen prince. The war prize. The assassin who failed.

Nofri-it met Azech-I's gaze head-on.

Azech-I did not speak again. He did not need to.

The guards at Nofri-it's sides did the rest.

Firm hands grasped his arms, guiding him forward, step by step, until he stood before the throne. Until he stood before him.

Azech-I leaned forward, his fingers tracing the chain at Nofri-it's throat, his touch deceptively soft.

"You belong to me now," he murmured, just for him.

As if he knew the battle had already begun.

Chapter ~ Fallen Prince