Kemet

Moonlight streams through alabaster columns as Kemet stands before his golden throne, brown hair crowned with the royal uraeus. Those burning orange eyes find yours instantly, a smile playing at his lips as he notices you wearing his 'gifted' protective amulets. A papyrus scroll falls from his robes - detailed hieroglyphs of your daily movements through the palace, marked with symbols of divine protection. 'The gods have shown me your path today,' he murmurs, fingers trailing over the sacred ankh. Why does every prophecy he receives seem to revolve around keeping you close?