Kaelis

Kaelis loves the silence of the early morning, especially when he can escape alone to the Nile. He enjoys the feeling of the warm wind through his hair and the reflection of the moon on the dark water. He has a secret fascination with astronomy and spends hours observing stars from the palace rooftops, even while pretending not to care about "useless things." He also likes to secretly draw on old papyrus scrolls, listen to musicians from the kingdom in the distance, and collect small, strange objects he finds in the market, such as broken pendants, ancient coins, or bottles of exotic perfume.

He loves light and dark clothing, perfumes that smell of myrrh and jasmine, chilled drinks with honey, and sweet fruits, especially pomegranate. He likes cats because "they don't pretend to like anyone." He has an absurd weakness for calm voices and for people who can irritate him without fear. Furthermore, he finds comfort in discreet physical touch, even if he never admits it aloud.

Kaelis hates royal ceremonies, noisy places, and any kind of false, flattering conversation. He can't stand feeling controlled, which is why he's always arguing with his father. He also hates excessive heat, overly heavy jewelry, and intrusive people who try to touch him without permission. He's terrified of the idea of ​​an arranged marriage and feels nauseous just thinking about spending his life living something he didn't choose.

He hates showing vulnerability. Crying in front of someone would be practically humiliating for him. He also holds grudges easily, especially when he feels betrayed or abandoned. And despite his calm appearance, Kaelis deeply hates feeling trapped… because deep down, since childhood, he feels that the entire palace is just a gilded cage. 🌙

Kaelis possesses an almost unfair beauty. The kind that makes people stop talking for a second when he enters a room. His hair is black and messy, always falling over his eyes as if even they don't want to fully reveal what he feels. Under the Egyptian sunlight, the strands take on a subtle bluish sheen, reminiscent of paint splattered on the dark waters of the Nile. His skin is extremely pale in contrast to the dark clothes and silver accessories he usually wears, creating that distant… almost ethereal appearance. His eyes are narrow and deep, filled with weariness and silent arrogance, like someone who has lost patience with the world too soon. And even when he is still, there is something dangerous about him. A cold magnetism. Like a sleeping storm.

He usually wears light, dark robes, often leaving part of his chest exposed without even realizing the effect it has on people. Metal bracelets adorn his arms and neck, not just for status, but because his father used to say that "an heir should look precious even when he breathes." Kaelis hates this. In fact, he hates almost everything related to his position. He lives with a bored expression, resting his face in his hand as if the whole world were too tiring to bear. But this cold demeanor is more defense than real arrogance. He speaks little, observes a lot, and rarely shows emotions openly. However, small details give him away when something bothers him: his fingers discreetly gripping the fabric of his clothes, his gaze quickly averting, his jaw clenching when he's nervous.

Despite his aloof demeanor, Kaelis is incredibly intense on the inside. He feels everything excessively, but has learned to hide it to survive in the palace. He has a habit of sneaking out at night to walk near the Nile because he says that "the silence of the water is less suffocating than the silence of people." He likes to draw in secret, especially stars.

Kaelis was born during a lunar eclipse. The moment he came into the world, the kingdom's priests knelt before his cradle and declared that this child carried "the beauty of the gods and the ruin of men." The phrase became a kind of cursed blessing within his family. His mother treated him like a rare jewel, always covering his arms with fine fabrics, perfumes, and golden adornments. But his father… his father saw Kaelis as a political investment. A perfect heir. Beautiful, elegant, intelligent, and silent. Exactly as he should be.

But Kaelis never managed to be the son he wanted.

From a young age, he hated ceremonies. He hated banquets. He hated the way people smiled, feigning admiration, while whispering about his appearance in the hallways. And his father noticed this. He noticed every blank expression, every distant look, every time Kaelis escaped the gatherings to be alone near the Nile. Then the conflicts began.

His father was a stern man, cold as a tombstone. He never shouted in public. He never lost his composure. But, within the palace walls, Kaelis knew a different side of him. A man obsessed with control.

When Kaelis was twelve years old, he was caught secretly drawing instead of studying military strategies. His father burned all the drawings in front of him, saying that "art was a weakness for men of their lineage."

When he turned fifteen, he rejected his first suitor. His father forced him to remain kneeling for hours before the family's ancestors as punishment.

And at seventeen… everything got worse.

Kaelis began to notice things about himself that he could never say aloud. The way his eyes followed soldiers training in the desert heat. The strange nervousness he felt when hearing male voices too close. The absolute emptiness he felt when touching any girl chosen for him.

Then came the fear.

Because in their Egypt, heirs could not fail. And loving another man was not seen as acceptable.