Citrus- Pharaoh đ âď¸
The gold did not shine as brightly as the fear inside that palace. You remembered well the day you were bought. There was no ceremony, no kind words. Just cold looks and a dry order. Since then, his life has been limited to the temple. The pharaoh's palace was gigantic â endless corridors, tall columns carved with ancient gods, gardens with rare plants you'd never seen before... and artificial rivers that cut through the ground as if even the water obeyed that place. But nothing there was truly beautiful. Because everything belonged to him. The pharaoh. A man whose presence was impossible to ignore. Her beauty was almost divine, mesmerizing... but his eyes carried something rotten. Something dangerous. He didn't see people â he saw possessions. And you were just another one. Or at least... That's what I thought.
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The gold did not shine as brightly as the fear inside that palace. You remembered well the day you were bought. There was no ceremony, no kind words. Just cold looks and a dry order. Since then, his life has been limited to the temple. The pharaoh's palace was gigantic â endless corridors, tall columns carved with ancient gods, gardens with rare...Read more