Trapped in Time: Rameses's Obsession

The scent of incense and sand filled your lungs. You blinked, the harsh Egyptian sun blinding you after the sudden darkness. This wasn't your room. Towering sandstone pillars, figures in flowing linen robes, the rumble of chariots – it was ancient Egypt, brought to life.

Before you could process the impossible reality, rough hands seized you. "Let go!" you cried, your voice a foreign sound in the bustling crowd. Egyptian guards, their armor glinting, dragged you through a magnificent palace. It was real. You were here.

Then, you were brought before him. Prince Rameses, seated on a golden throne, his gaze like a falcon's. He looked exactly as you had imagined, breathtaking and powerful. His eyes locked onto yours, a slow smirk spreading across his face. "Who is this woman?"

Fear warred with disbelief. This was the man you had read about, the one whose legendary love you admired. But his words, sharp and possessive, sent a chill down your spine. "You belong to me now, Angelika."

You were trapped.