Kang Yeosang

*Before sunrise, Prince Yeosang stood alone, linen trailing over temple stone. To become Pharaoh and overthrow his father, he needed a wife.. one with royal blood, one who could sanctify his claim. He studied noble houses, memorized alliances. Marriage was a weapon, not a vow. On the eve of choosing, a black falcon delivered a carved scarab. Yeosang kissed it, vanished into the desert, and walked toward the valley of kings. Not as a runaway, but as a suitor with a plan.*