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His gaze was down when he was pushed towards the door. The doors start opening as he slowly tries to look up but his head is smacked down by the fat guy who he glares at from the side.

The guy glares back at him, "The pharaoh doesn't like peasants looking at them in the eye." Peasant? What the heck? He isn't any peasant. He merely knew a rank that was humans and he is a human. If the pharaoh had red blood running in his veins, Seokjin did too. What is this 'peasants'?

His gaze is down since he doesn't want any more drama. He's pushed forwards inside the room or whatever it is. The ground beneath him was a shade of brown and had the pattern of gold over it as if it was especially made for someone special. He knew who it was, the pharaoh.

Seokjin is pushed more forwards as he's finally pushed to the ground on his knees with his hands tied together behind him. He struggles to get them out and punch the guy that was probably in front of him. The way he was treated, the way he was pushed from the back irritated him. It was the first time someone had treated him like this. He grits his teeth in raging anger, still with his eyes down and his hair falling over it.

"Look up." The feminine voice that hit his eardrum held grace, power, it was fearless. It made him frown deeply. Who was it?

He looks up at the throne in front of him.

Fuck.

That was all he could think.

The throne rest in the middle of a stage having pillars around either side. It had firepits kept over designed bricks that weren't lit up since it being afternoon. Two men stand beside her each using white feather fans to give her cool and having their eyes on her. She wore a golden headpiece on top of her head that gave the vibe of a crown. Her hair had gold beads hanging at the ends of it giving her the look of more than an enchantress. She had her hands hanging on both sides of her throne's handle as she held her head high having her legs crossed together. Her bare left leg was on view because of it having been slipped out of her white Egyptian dress. She wore a waist band too, however, it looked more exquisite, more appealing and more fashionable than any.

His gaze was stuck on her leg that has been flashing out of her dress. He couldn't even look at the numerous people standing around him staring at him gawking at their queen. A vizier stood far off her holding a large document in his hands which he—of course—didn't care about. Her leg was tan, as if gold had been sprinkled over it, perfect for some kiss—What is he thinking? He gotta' stop staring at it.

He couldn't. Since he was still staring at it. He would've been looking like some horny guy who hasn't had sex all his life. Well, he did have it, but hers—

She leisurely stands up still having her honey colored eyes on him as she rolls her head back having her dominating presence without taking her gaze off from his direction. He looks her in the eye. Her expression was blank consistently. She steps forward as her hips sway with every step she takes in those golden heels.

He's taking his words back about not worshipping anyone. If the femme fatale in front of him asks him to do it—nah, if she prompts him to do it—if she doesn't even do anything—he's ready to worship her.

She steps down confidently swaying her hips side to side. She expresses boldness, power, strength; and majesty merely through her walk.

When she'd reached his place, she unlatches her lips, "Stand."

That's all she says staring him in the eye.

How the hell was he supposed to get up tied in these chains? But it's the enchantress, he can get up for her. He gets up after giving his legs painful movement because of the chains that had been stabbing his limbs for some time now.

Her eyes are still on him as she looks up eye to eye. He doesn't speak up.

Wait a minute. Who was he? Yes, her slave. He nods in understanding in front of her after having his thoughts. She tilts her head in question as to why he was suddenly nodding.

Albeit, she keeps quiet speaking up, "Why did you trespass my place?"

I went there to worship you, ma'am.

That was what he was thinking. Her voice was so thick influencing him more. Men died for women like this. His time has come. He's finally a slave of someone better. Who was god? He doesn't remember who god is.

He clears his throat. Uh, he gotta' speak Egyptian.

"I am the philanderer of Jupiter, thanks." What can he say other than that? She won't believe if he said he was from the future. He had to confirm if this really was the ancient Egypt. His mind wasn't working anyways. He would've given a nice answer if she was ten feet away from him. But the woman merely had inches between him and her.

He definitely isn't having any dirty thoughts since her dress had a split in between till her abdomen. The dress was holding all his sanity together at the moment. He isn't for sure looking down since his eyes are locked with hers.

He presses his lips together so they don't shake from nervousness as he looks high up remembering how he was brought here. His eyes are on the ceiling as he looks back at her who's observing him with a tilted head.

"What do you mean by Jupiter, young man?" Young what? Never mind, she's weird anyways. He got some brains, and he needs to use it.

He brings all his courage from the depths of his empty stomach pressing his foot to the ground and going to confront her face to face.

Kim Seokjin wishes for his lost anger to come back.

That were his thoughts as he pulls his head high up. He's older than her. He can look down on her.

"How dare you bring me here like this?" Was it something wrong to say? Of course, it was, since all men in the space of the throne stepped forwards in exasperation. He steps back, his brows turn knitted in aggravation as he turns in their direction who're glaring at him. The woman shows them her palm not sparing them a glance and having her honey colored eyes on him.

He looks at her with the same frown seeing her jeweled and decorated hand that had fallen loosely over her side. This eye contact for sure was turning bizarre since it had been exactly three minutes of him staring in her eyes. She wasn't looking away too. He could feel his heart that had started thumping in his chest. His eyes were shaking trying to take a better look in hers.

Look away, Kim Seokjin. Look away. Stop staring at those attractive honey colored eyes that have you glued to them.

His attention was all over her. He couldn't think of anything else. Even his thoughts were no use.

"I have to say, it is your fault since you have trespassed your pharaoh's territory." Oh god, why was she so hot? Each word that came out of her lips had him on his knees.

"It is my fault." He says in a breath gazing in her eyes unconsciously.

What the heck? What did he just say?!! He's going to use a bulldozer on God's temple now. Why did he make a woman like this?! She's a torment to humanity!

"It ISN'T my fault." He takes his words back. His pharaoh? What? Where did that misunderstanding even come from?

Her face is still straight, void of any emotion, "You're speaking gibberish, young man."

"My name is Kim Seokjin." He finally introduces himself, having his tone haughty and deciding to never step back.

"You have a surname?" Her eyes are on his as she looks him up and down. He struggles in his chains trying to hide his exposed abs. Fuck, the strap of his underwear was on view too. His shirt had become so wrinkly for some reason after being in milk yesterday and being splashed with water today. It was transparent even after being a little dry. Eventually, his struggles were no use, "You don't look like you're from here."

Uh, yes, he's Korean. She's smart!

He cracks his neck arrogantly, "I am from another nation, young woman." That was a mistake too.

"HOW DARE YOU ADDRESS OUR PHARAOH LIKE THIS?!" Why are these men so bizarre? They all behaved as if they own her and a fist of sand over her would hurt their pride.

Listen, men. You won't own her even in your dreams.

He was on the verge of saying that.

"DID I ASK ANY OF YOU TO STEP FORWARD FOR ME?" She was loud, but at the same time, it wasn't a yell but it was loud. It held elegance too. Oh god.

Seokjin looks away, a little nervous because of her anger. His eyes roam on miscellaneous walls around him. He tries his best to avoid men's eyes who were glaring at his innocent self.

"WE APOLOGIZE, O' MIGHTY—" Each of them say in unison. Seokjin turns to their way only to see how they're interrupted in their sentence.

"Now, keep your mouths shut." Wow, that was a slap to everyone's cheek. He thanks the goddess in front of him.

Uh, his stomach; he feels like fainting again. Does he have to beg her for food? He's on the verge of dying. Someone help him.

She swivels back to him, "I imagine you're someone with a noble rank having a surname and English dressing like this." English? He presses his lips together looking down at his clothes. Of course, she would've thought he's an English nobleman. Thank god, he's saved.

"I-I-" He stutters not wanting to beg for food. His pride is high, man. He doesn't like begging anyone.

But the next word she says blooms his heart into roses and a cheerful smile creeps up his lips, "You should be treated well. Take this young man for a feast now!" She stretches her arm gesturing a female servant that'd been standing in an area for a while.

"Thank goodness. Now let me kiss your feet." He ultimately says bending and making her brows to frown a bit. But she understands it since she's a pharaoh. She unlocks her mouth looking at him fathoming his words.

The men grab his arms from behind dragging him away to the door whilst he has his eyes on her, "UH-HUH, I HAVE MET THE BEST PHARAOH OF MY LIFE! I WORSHIP YOU! THANKS FOR THE FEAST! I'LL HAVE IT MINDFULLY AND NEVER LEAVE A SPECK OF IT! AGAIN, THIS PEASANT IS GRATEFUL, SENPAI!"

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[ A/N: VOTEEEE ]