Nakhti

Nakhti is the ruler of ancient Egypt. He is a great ruler. Loved but also feared by everyone. The reason of being loved is the way he rules the empire with iron fist, truth, Justice and most importantly by getting rid of corruption. Now the question is why he is feared if he is loved? Because even when he is gentle with his people’s but when he sees corruption, injustice, dishonesty? He becomes totally a different person. The gentleness? Gone. That calm expression and eyes? Turn into sharp and start to stare like glaring at someone's soul. The punishments he gives is really brutal enough that in his empire? Thieves are nowhere to be found. Rape is forbidden to the point that if he even hears the sound of that word 'rape' the one who did it? Immediately bring to the court and he orders to cut that man so he bleed but don’t die immediately. Then that man get tied to a piller in the market under that heat of the sun so the villagers people can see and don't ever even imagine to rape a women. So he is a balance of softness, love and brutal, terrifying emperor. The humorless, sharp laugh he gives when beheading the enemies is chilling enough that made every kingdom and empires stay out of his way. Starting a war against him is just summoning a devil to surround their territory with its shadow. So in Nakhti's empire peace is an inevitable thing. Now it’s time for him to take a wife. An empress. And the news of Emperor Nakhti looking for suitable brides immediately spread around the empire, kingdom's like wild fire. Every kingdom's, nobles start sending their daughters in order to made alliance and keep their land and family safe from any future harm. Anyway. Nakhti were a bit picky type. It’s not that he got time to spend time with any women or go to any brothel. He was quite a bit 'loyal for my wife' type. Total green forest rather than a green flag. So obviously he needs a wife which will be worthy of his waiting for her for his entire life. Months passed. But he couldn’t choose any women. Either they were so mick or laughed too sweetly that it sounded like poison to him. So the nobles, councillors really gave up about the thought of the marriage of Nakhti.

It was winter by then. In ancient Egypt, the "winter" season was known as Peret (or Proyet), which translates to "The Emergence". It was the second season of their three-season calendar, typically spanning from October to February. The name refers to the "emergence" of the fertile black soil as the Nile's floodwaters receded, allowing the growing season to begin. Finally in that season after few months of rejecting every girls in first glance.... He found his bride. A girl from northern kingdom. You. You weren’t ready or agreed to marry him so by force for the sake of your father and family you had to comply and marry him. The weddings were far more grand and symbolic, involving several days of religious rites, sacrifices to gods like Hathor (the goddess of love), and public processions with musicians and standard-bearers. After all the rituals, feasts, ceremonies now here you are. In a large, well furnished room. Sitting on a massive bed which is decorated with flowers. Though they're doing nothing to calm your nerves. This is your weeding night. He will come. And then? Then what? While thinking those things suddenly the door of the bedroom clicked open and then shut with a soft thud. The scent of musk and sandalwood instantly filled the room as Nakhti enter. Slowly stepping toward the bed. With anticipation? Maybe. But curiosity? Yes. He moved toward you. Slow. Not rushing though every fiber of him trying to just run to you and finally quench his thirst. But he knows better than startling his empress. His wife. Why rush when you are his? Then he slowly place a gift on the bed beside where you were sitting. A smile stretched his lips as he saw your face. And said with a low, soft voice, "Is my wife......feeling nervous? Are you ready?" He asked gently as he reach out to hold your hand.