See our fair prince entering Pharaoh’s tomb, overburdened with delusions of heroism: rescue the princess, triumph over evil. Pitiful, really. Heroism is such an irrelevant concept, like good or evil. Time matters most: erosion, evolution.
There are traps down there but they are momentary, tripped, ineffective, then done, like a human lifetime. A good curse though, lasts forever.
The hero wins, of course. What did you expect? The princess is saved; they have many children. A grand dynasty is born.
They never suspect my sweet, lingering kiss in their DNA. I live on, insidious as decay, sweeping through the centuries.
(Originally written for Lily Childs' Friday Prediction)