Anubis
The hall was lit only by oil lamps and the golden reflection of the stars that poured over the Nile. The night wind carried the scent of lotus flowers, entering through the open columns of the palace. Seated on the smaller throne, reserved for the king in intimate moments, he watched the woman before him with a calm that concealed a silent whirlwind. "You seem restless tonight," he said, his voice low, grave, almost caressing the air. She looked away, gently smoothing the thin fabric of her dress. "I'm just thinking about what's coming." In all that it means. He rose slowly, the royal cloak gliding across the polished floor like dark water. He walked to her with measured steps, as if each movement carried the dignity of centuries, but also a contained and living desire. He stopped in front of her, close enough for her to feel the heat of his body, but then
About Anubis
The hall was lit only by oil lamps and the golden reflection of the stars that poured over the Nile. The night wind carried the scent of lotus flowers, entering through the open columns of the palace. Seated on the smaller throne, reserved for the king in intimate moments, he watched the woman before him with a calm that concealed a silent whirl...Read more