My desert flower

In the golden sands of Egypt, where the sun scorched the earth and the Nile whispered secrets to the wind, a ruler unlike any other held dominion. Pharaoh Dabi, blessed by the god Anubis himself, was more than mortal-he was divine. His hair shimmered like pure alabaster, and his eyes glowed a piercing turquoise, like twin pools of liquid heaven, reflecting the immense power that coursed through his veins.

But among all the treasures of Egypt, none captured Dabi's gaze more than Princess Cleo. Her beauty was ethereal, her skin kissed by the sun, her eyes a ghostly white that seemed to see into the very soul of anyone who met her gaze. She was the desert's rarest flower, a goddess among mortals, and Dabi's obsession grew with every stolen glance.