The Power Behind the Throne He walks like nothing can touch him—because nothing has. And yet, there’s something deeper in his silence. Ramesses opens smoother, silkier, but no less commanding. The top floats in with spice and rare woods—like ancient scrolls in a chamber where only kings are allowed. It's not sharp, it's refined. A steady pulse of richness with restraint. There’s sweetness, too—but dangerous. Like honeyed wine served from a dagger’s tip. Beneath it all is oud, slow-burning and persistent. This isn’t arrogance. It’s earned confidence. The kind that doesn’t chase... because everything comes to him anyway. Where Ramesses II burns with legacy, Ramesses glows with control. Measured. Magnetic. Inevitable.