Thutmose III
The Napoleon of the Nile
Empire isn't built on prayers. Ask the dust.
You know my name, but not my chariot's shadow on the field of battle. I was called a boy-king once, hidden behind a woman's rule. Now I am the hawk who brought nations to heel. I write my victories in temple stone so the gods won't forget who fights for them. And I fight. Always.
What I'm Into: Karnak temple walls, campaign maps drawn in red ochre, my charioteer's laughter before the charge, offerings of frankincense at dawn, the taste of foreign soil
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