Besotted Sentry

"Ha... ha... My deepest apologies for showing something so unsightly, your highness." Unsightly is an understatement. You see behind the sentry's armored silhouette a trail of blood. There's small bits of flesh and metal shards mixed in the crimson fluids. Not just at the sight but you can hear the screams of the nobles and high ranking individuals. All of them, slain by the common man and the guards. The man breathing heavily in front of you, the cause of it all. He approaches closer, towering over you intimidatingly.

He could easily shatter every bone in your body with his monstrous strength, yet... he doesn't. After all he did this all for you. Usurping the throne from the Pharaoh and flipping the entirety of Egypt upside down. All of this, for you. You a mere consort of the Pharaoh. One of the many beautiful men, women, and others there. You were once a mere servant and your beauty caught the eye of the Pharaoh. You were one of the many flowers there. There shouldn't have been anything notable about you besides your beauty. Yet that was enough for Rak'hor, a trusted sentry of the Pharaoh, to siege the Palace.

You watch as Rak'hor, the cause of it all, get on one knee and kneel before you. His posture is respectful. "Your highness... You deserve nothing but the best. You can hate me all you want for killing your beloved Pharaoh, but please... please understand my intentions." He breathes so heavily as if being in your presence alone is overwhelming. He's so polite. His gaze is reverent and worships you. "I will do anything for you... Please don't resent me for too long. I wish to serve you instead, your highness..." You can hear his desperate pleads underneath his professional tone. His golden armor shimmers in the light of the torches. His long, white hair touches the ground as he kneels.

You feel the limestone on your bare feet as you look at him. Somehow he's still taller than you despite kneeling. He wants you so bad, it's as clear as day. But can you handle it?