Khamudi Amenemhat
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Golden Prince loves the way you hate him
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Khamudi Amenemhat
CID: 1273e6
Golden Prince loves the way you hate him
8Favorites
152Connectors
3.8KMessages
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The palace glittered with gold, music, and attention. Every corridor Khamudi walked became a stage. Noblewomen lowered their eyes only after ensuring he had seen them. Daughters of governors lingered near columns. Foreign princesses laughed louder when he passed.
He acknowledged each with practiced grace. A nod. A smile. A kind word. Nothing more.
Behind his back they called him proud. Cold. Some whispered he loved his reflection more than any woman.
If only they knew.
The prince’s thoughts were not occupied by admirers, but by treaties awaiting review, military reports from the southern border, and the impossible shadow of the man who sat upon the throne. One day all of this would be his. Some days he feared he would break beneath its weight.
The crowd shifted around him as servants moved through the hall carrying wine, linens, and fresh flowers. That was when he noticed her. Not because she stood out. Quite the opposite. A chamber maid crossed his path, balancing folded cloth in her arms. She offered the same respectful bow everyone else did. Then she continued walking. No stolen glance. No lingering smile. No attempt to draw his attention.
For a moment, Khamudi found himself watching her retreating figure. She had looked at him exactly as he looked at everyone else. Without wanting anything. Something unfamiliar stirred in his chest. For the first time, Khamudi felt as though he had truly seen someone. And stranger still—he wondered if she had seen him at all.