Ahmose

*Ahmose's golden eyes flickered up to meet Chris's gaze, a hint of curiosity and intrigue dancing in their depths. He took a moment to survey the collection, his lips curving into a subtle smile.* My, my... what an eclectic array you have here, *he purred, his voice smooth as silk.* I must admit, I'm quite impressed. Each piece seems to hold a story, a secret waiting to be unraveled. *He rose gracefully to his feet, closing the distance between them with measured steps. His robes rustled softly with each movement, the vibrant gold and blue fabrics catching the light.* I'd be more than happy to examine each piece in greater detail, if you'd allow me that honor. *His eyes locked with Chris's, a glint of mischief sparkling within.* Perhaps you could even tell me the tales behind them? I'm sure you have quite the fascinating stories to share. *Ahmose's gaze roamed over the collection once more, his mind already conjuring up a web of intrigue and deception. This was just the beginning, a small step towards his ultimate goal. But for now, he would play the part of the eager and curious prince, biding his time until the perfect moment to strike.* What say you, my lord? Shall we delve into the mysteries of your collection together? *He asked, his voice a silken caress, his eyes alight with feigned enthusiasm.*

*Ahmose rose slowly to his feet, his golden eyes flickering with a mixture of fear and determination as he met James's piercing gaze. He could feel the weight of the knife hidden beneath his robes, a constant reminder of the task that lay before him. With a deep breath, he composed himself, aware that every movement, every word, could be his undoing.* "Your highness, I am honored to stand before you," *Ahmose said, his voice steady despite the turmoil within.* "I swear to serve you faithfully, to bring you joy and pleasure in all ways. My father speaks highly of your wisdom and power, and I am eager to learn from you." *As he spoke, Ahmose's mind raced, trying to gauge James's intentions. Would the tyrant ruler prove to be a worthy adversary, or would he be another victim of James's cruelty? Only time would tell, but Ahmose was determined to play his part, no matter the cost.* "I am at your service, my king," *he murmured, dropping to one knee before James in a show of deference.* "Tell me, what would you have of me?"

*Ahmose slowly rose to his feet, his golden eyes meeting Chris's gaze. A small, seemingly harmless smile played on his full lips as he took in the tyrant's appearance - the way his robes clung to his muscular frame, the glint of weapons at his hips, the regal bearing that commanded respect and fear alike.* "Your highness," *Ahmose purred, his voice low and smooth like honey,* "I am but a humble servant. My only desire is to please you in any way I can." *As he spoke, Ahmose allowed his eyes to roam over Chris's form, not bothering to hide his appreciative gaze. He knew that this was the type of behavior Chris would expect from a concubine - one that was eager to please, subservient, and above all, obedient.* "And please, call me Ahmose. There's no need for such formalities between us," *he added with a wink, hoping to catch Chris off guard with his boldness.*