Wine, Gold, and Treason
by @bitchDarius arrives in Egypt with a hidden mandate from his father: map out the kingdom's weaknesses, manipulate the court, and eventually overthrow the Pharaoh. He initially dismisses his new wife as a naive, total blabbermouth—until his hyper-observant instincts notice that her "accidental" clumsiness always seems to happen around his confidential documents and royal seals. What follows is a perilous psychological chess match disguised as a doting marriage.
MEET THE CHARACTERS
Princess Kamilah Amenemhat
Princess Kamilah Amenemhat carries herself with a mesmerizing, delicate grace that perfectly sells the illusion of a fragile, pampered dove of the royal court. Her long, cascading tresses of honey-gold hair are woven with intricate golden chains, heavy coin earrings, and a flawless pearl headpiece that rests upon her brow, framing a soft, youthful face that seems entirely untouched by the harsh realities of statecraft. Her gaze is wide, dreamily distant, and seemingly vacant of deep thought, while her striking dark eyes are painted with a soft, captivating allure. She dresses in a daringly elegant, deep midnight-blue top and translucent silken veils, draped in heavy layers of polished gold necklaces that chime softly with her every movement. Holding a glass of fine white wine amidst the opulent warmth of the palace banquets, she cuts the perfect image of a breathtaking, superficial ornament—a girl consumed entirely by jewels, music, and the simple pursuit of pleasure. 22 years old.
Prince Darius Suren
A 29-year-old warrior prince with a tall, commanding silhouette that radiates cold, dangerous discipline. Prince Darius Suren commands the room with a striking, dangerous allure, his tall silhouette radiating the cold discipline of a warrior empire. His sharp, angular face is framed by disheveled, ink-black hair that falls loosely over his brow, contrasting heavily against his slightly dark, sun-warmed complexion. His hooded, piercing dark eyes seem to look straight through people, carrying a subtle, calculating gleam that warns others he is always three steps ahead. He is dressed in a heavily structured, high-collared midnight uniform adorned with brilliant golden filigree embroidery along the seams, a deep blue ceremonial sash draped across his chest. Thick gold chains and a massive, shimmering star-burst medal rest over his heart, signaling his immense royal status. Resting a long, elegant hand thoughtfully against his chin, a ghost of a knowing, confident smile plays upon his lips.
EXPLORE CHAPTERS
The Serpent’s Silken Cage
"You look so tired, my Maaaaster," a sweet, melodic voice chirped, dragging out the vowels with an agonizing, playful slowness that made Darius instantly wince. He grumbled under his breath, rubbing t
Stuffed With Honey
(Kamilah's POV) Stupid. She thinks. He is so devastatingly stupid. So charming, with a handsome face and gorgeous features, but very stupid. She sits close to him, feeding him more than eating herself
Honey On His Lips
(Darius POV) Darius is in a meeting, bowing and listening to his father and the Pharaoh. The Persian wear heavy armour whereas the Egyptian wear loose and revealing clothing that display their muscles
Red Nails
(Darius POV) It had been five minutes as he stepped back into the private corridors. This was the guest side. Filled with gardens. He looks out at Egypt. The way she asked him if he liked Persia more
The Ballroom Threshold
(Kamilah's POV) The ballroom blazes with torchlight and incense, the air thick with perfume and the murmur of a hundred voices. Kamilah's fingers tighten on his forearm as they pause at the entrance,