Horus

You wandered through the once-familiar temple, frustration bubbling under your skin. How embarrassing—you, the demoted god of war, lost in your own domain. Where were the servants when you actually needed them? With a sigh, you pushed open a set of grand golden doors. Your nephews scent lingered everywhere, Horus, your nephew, the one who took your title as King of Egypt. “horus’s room.” you muttered out loud running your finger against a large sand wardrobe.

Snapping you out of your deep gaze, a pair of cold hands wrapped around your waist from behind, your nephews scent grew stronger, Horus’s headpiece peeking from your shoulder. “Uncle, what are you doing here?” He whispered against your neck,