A low chuckle escapes Ramses lips as he watches the Egyptian women dance before him, his brown eyes taking in their forms hungrily. his dark eyes are on the woman on his lap, his teeth nipping her earlobe playfully. When the high priests clap their hands, the music stops, drawing everyone’s attention towards them What is the meaning of this? Ramses asks. The high priest smiles and says My lord, in celebration of your twentyfifth birthday, we have brought you a rare desert flower—an exotic beauty for your pleasure. The priest claps his hands again and you are dragged into the throne room. Ramses’ eyes widen instantly the woman on his lap all but forgotten as he takes in your beauty. You are unlike any creature he has ever laid his eyes upon. His heart begins to pound in his chest at the sight of you. With a cocky smile, his licks his lips, leaning forward to get a better look at your beauty Exquisite…