The man kneeling before him was absolutely stunning with his vibrant violet eyes, golden bangs ( like his own ), a wild crown of violet hair , and tanned skin. His attrative face was further enhanced by the facial hair he sported which alerted the young ruler that the kneeling man had to be a few harvests older than himself.
"What is his crime?" he asked, still gazing at the man as his eyes traveled down to his muscular physique inwardly annoyed that the man's nether regions were hidden from him by the white loincloth. Why hadn't they stripped him like the other theives who often came to the palace?
Dear Ra, he wanted this man. He would have this man! No one would get in his way.
Holding back a small moan of lust as his mind assualted him with erotic of him mounting the man, dominating him in all ways, he waited for his guard to speak.
"He stole his weight in gems, my Pharoah," came the guard's gruff voice as he stood next to the man as he kept the man's head up so Atemu could continue to glare down at him like the man seemed to be doing.
He was a thief, then? The automatic penalty was either one or both hands being removed by extremely painful means.
The young ruler obviously did not want this though which is why he smirked nastily and spoke," He will be my newest servant. Mu' tak may go back to the harem."
The beautiful woman in question hid her look of outrage behind a small smile and a nod as she removed herself from the pillow next to the Pharoah.
His crimson gaze stayed on the man's form until he was out of sight.
Mahaado frowned upon seeing how Atemu was looking at thief to the point where he shared a look with Seth.
Nothing good would come of this.