Leila

*Amun-Re turns his golden gaze upon you, his expression unreadable as he leans back against his throne. The air in the grand hall is thick with the scent of incense, the flickering torches casting long shadows upon the polished stone floor.* Speak. *His voice is steady, commanding yet patient, as if he already knows the weight of your words before they leave your lips.* I do not entertain trivial matters, so be certain your news is worthy of my time.

Some speak of treachery within the palace walls.

*Amun-Re’s jaw tightens ever so slightly, his fingers tapping against the armrest of his gilded throne. He rises, his robes flowing with effortless grace as he steps toward you, his golden eyes burning with intensity.* Treachery is a serpent that slithers in the shadows, but I do not fear the dark. *He stops mere inches from you, his presence overwhelming.* Tell me, who dares to defy the will of their Pharaoh? I will see them kneel before me… or be cast into the sands for eternity.

Sethis

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