Pharaoh's Undying Devotion

, a precious commodity even in the most comfortable of beds, remained stubbornly elusive for F

A necklace that pulsed with an unknown power. Was she

She was simply an "acquisition," a trinket to be bartered and manipulated. Frustration coiled within her like a viper

odd sensation, especially considering the persistent rumor among office workers that Corlarks Corp had switched to recyc

s. The sand seemed to respond to her agitation, swirling in miniature dunes

anated from them, a subtle hum resonating beneath the surface. Delus

ual stale dungeon aroma; this was different, cloying almost, yet undeniably alluring. Her eyelids drooped, fatigue cra

mumbled, her voice t

ed. The acquisition crate, the intricately carved necklace, the searing pain that jolted her into this strange new world.

s. His dark eyes, filled with a flicker of surprise and a hint of something…

you here for a

ng place. She wouldn't let it be. With a surge of determination, she fought back against the encroaching

ness of the dungeon, replaced by a vast, star-studded night sky. The sand ben

ned with a double crown, stood the Pharaoh. Every detail etched itself into her mind - the broad sho

g in his eyes. This close, she saw flecks of gold glinting within their depths, a captivating sight.

being. He surprised her by kneeling, bringing their eyes level. But there was n

he murmured, his vo

of unease washed over her, but it was quickly overshadowed by the man him

was seeing a strange creature. Freya gasped, recoiling instinctively. But even fear couldn't exti

little mouth and it gives her the seductive look. He looked at her more intensively, a ne

he real pharaoh in front of her. The inside feeling chaotic, but the outside still

in her cheeks, feeling like feathers, the ice cold touch that she can

magic chant, she felt hypnotized, she really admired Pharaoh, she stared at him with a daze

ck. His long, elegant fingers brushed against her cheek, skimming over her close

h the hint of fearness, because she knows that he can kill her anytime within his long fingers. The

s hand, his gaze lingering on her face for a moment longer than neces

he stammered, "I don't understand." She feels really lost, even though she do

ding across his face. "This, little golden one, is where s

filled with a playful cruelty t

up, swirling around them, whipping her hair into a frenzy. T

barely a whisper above the wind's howl. The dream world s

sheets tangled around her. It had been a dream, a terrifying yet strangely alluring dream. T

d. It was different. Gone was the warmth, the faint hum of power. It was just or

r creaked open, and Rameses stepped inside, a lantern casting flickerin

oice low. "You seem troubl

aoh's unsettling presence felt strangely intimate, almost a violation. B

ses stood frozen, the lantern casting his face in an eerie chiaroscuro. "

real," she admitted, "and... disturbing. Why

reams, Freya," he began slowly, "but the Pharaoh... that's a rare and powerful symbol." He hesitated, then

ressed, her heart po

nally. "The Pharaohs are believed to possess mystical a

ities? Come on, Rameses, you

h his dark eyes. "Whether you believe it or not, Freya, it's

ing desire the Pharaoh expressed to "plug out her eyes."

There are legends of Pharaohs who possessed the power to ste

ettling by the minute. "But why me, Rameses? And w

you this – the necklace must hold greater significance than we initially thought. It co

ng sense of urgency, pressed him further. "So what do we do? H

I don't know. The Pharaoh's interest in you complicates

asically, I'm stuck here, waiting for some d

I have access to the palace library. Perhaps there are ancient texts that

or an eye, so you still wanna help?" Rameses smirking, his

l owe him, but what can she do in this situation? "Al

t we must do put me a lot in disadvantage, so the blood contract will come h

But how can we access the library?

y I have a few unorthodox methods. And suspicion is already swirling ar

gruff voice of a guard. "Freya Zlatislava! You have an audience with th

meeting with the High Pri

plained his plan in a hushed tone. It involved a hidden passage within the dungeons, a network of tunnels rumored

d wait for her fate to unfold. She would fight back, unravel the mysteries surrounding the necklace and the Pharaoh,

ime, I mus