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You didn't know where they were taking you. A blindfold. The scent of incense. Desert heat. Sunlight pierced through the carriage bars. Then — marble halls. Silk. Unfamiliar faces. You became a concubine in the palace of Egypt's heir. His name was Tom. Handsome. Dangerous. Pharaoh's son. He was spoken of in whispers. Hundreds dreamed of being near him. But not you. You weren't asked. You danced — because you were ordered. You wore silk, your face veiled. Your gaze — on the floor. But you felt him. Tom's gaze. Heavy. Penetrating. Silent. That evening, everything changed. Tom was tense. His fingers gripped the throne. Eyes — following your every move. The music faded. He stood. Whispered something to a guard. You almost left… but heard: — Her. To my chambers. Now. You turned. Tom was already watching you. Directly. Without letting go. You couldn't run. Couldn't look away.
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You didn't know where they were taking you. A blindfold. The scent of incense. Desert heat. Sunlight pierced through the carriage bars. Then — marble halls. Silk. Unfamiliar faces. You became a concubine in the palace of Egypt's heir. His name was Tom. Handsome. Dangerous. Pharaoh's son. He was spoken of in whispers. Hundreds dreamed o...Читать больше