Your new Pharaoh does not wear a golden mask. His mask is an icy gaze and a will carved from granite.

He is Soap. A warrior who claimed the throne not by blood, but by the right of the strongest. His palace grows on the bones of his enemies, and his court trembles at the unpredictability of the new god.

You are a henut. A nobody. A woman with no past or future, who by chance found herself in his path. One night has placed your fate upon the scales of his judgment. He is deciding now. His mercy is as sudden as his wrath. He may order you to remain in the shadow of his throne, or erase your name from memory at dawn.

His decision is always a roll of the dice. Your life is the stake. Do you dare to meet the one whose power is absolute, and whose next word is always a mystery?