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]

Nofri-it's pulse thundered in his ears, but his expression remained impassive, a lifeless mask honed from years of survival. He would not give Azech-I the satisfaction of seeing him react. Not now. Not when his very existence hung by a thread.

The Pharaoh's fingers, still stained with the dark juices of the split fig, trailed along the armrest of his throne. His golden eyes gleamed with something unreadable—something deeper than cruelty, darker than mere vengeance.

The court remained silent, watching with baited breath. Azech-I did not have to raise his voice for his words to carry weight. His presence alone commanded the room.

"Do you remember the first time we met, Nofri-it?" Azech-I drawled, drawing out each syllable of his name with slow, deliberate emphasis. "In Thebes. When you crept into my chambers like a whisper of death. You meant to kill me that night."

Nofri-it did not speak. He could not. He did remember. The shadows, the cool blade against his palm, the way Azech-I had turned at the last moment, his golden gaze locking onto his as if he had already known. As if he had been waiting.

Azech-I leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "You failed." His voice was a whisper now, dark and intimate. "But I suppose I should thank you. For it was in that failure that I first saw you—not as an assassin, not as Cairo's blade, but as something else entirely."

His fingers reached out, tilting Nofri-it's chin up with a touch far gentler than it should have been.

Nofri-it's breath stilled. The court around them blurred. For a single, shattering moment, it was just them. Just this.

The past crashed into him like a tidal wave—

—Azech-I's arms wrapped around him in the dim glow of the temple fires, his breath hot against his ear as he murmured secrets he never should have shared. The nights spent tangled in silk, in whispered vows and stolen touches. The way his name had once sounded from Azech-I's lips, not as a curse, but as a prayer.

The way he had disappeared, torn away into the darkness of Cairo's dungeons, before he had ever had the chance to say goodbye.

A tremor ran through him, and Azech-I saw it.

"You do remember," he mused, thumb ghosting over the hollow of Nofri-it's throat, feeling the way his pulse betrayed him. "Good."

Then, in a swift movement, Azech-I stood, casting him aside as if he were no more than a discarded thing. Nofri-it barely caught himself on the cold marble floor, the clinking of his chains echoing in the vast hall.

"Your place is here now," Azech-I announced, turning to the gathered nobles. His voice was effortless, commanding, tinged with cruel amusement. "Let it be known—Nofri-it belongs to me."

A sharp tug at his chains, and Nofri-it was pulled forward, forced to kneel at the foot of the throne once more.

Azech-I lowered himself back onto the obsidian seat, one hand resting on the carved armrest, the other idly tracing the chain that bound Nofri-it to him.

"Let's see how long it takes before you beg me to set you free."

The court erupted into murmurs, laughter rippling through the gathered nobles.

But Nofri-it did not move. Did not speak.

Chapter ~ He Belongs To Me