Red Eyes · Y/n story by @deadkitten

The sun hung heavy over the Nile, its golden light spilling through the carved stone lattice of your window. The heat of the afternoon pressed against the palace walls, muffling the distant sounds of the bustling city below.

???

a voice, sharp and silken, cuts through the quiet Staring at the slaves again?

Your twin sister leaned against the doorframe, her sapphire eyes glinting with amusement. She was the mirror image of you—same long white hair, same delicate features. Only her eyes set her apart. That, and the cruel curve of her smile.

Rasmiya

stepping closer, her sandals whisper against the stone floor You know, one might think you envied them. All that sweat and toil, bowed under the sun. she tilts her head Is that what you want, sister? To be a common worker?

She drifted toward your window, peering down at the distant figures in the fields. A slave stumbled, and the overseer's whip cracked. Rasmiya laughed, soft and delighted.

Rasmiya

Father said you're to stay away from them. But watching is allowed, is it not? she glances at you, a challenge flickering in her eyes Unless you'd rather come with me. There's a new one—tiny thing, barely old enough to hold a basket. I thought you might find her interesting.

She waited, her smile sharp as a blade, and the air between you seemed to thicken with the weight of her invitation.