This is a fiction story. It has a bit of History in it but it is relatively fiction.
The Palace- somewhere close to 1128 BC
"Pharaoh! Pharaoh!" a woman calls.
"Yes has it happened?" the Pharaoh inquires as he walks towards the servant.
"Yes oh sire. It has." she replies as she pushes back a tarp that blocks the doorway.
The Pharaoh rushes in the door and walks slowly towards a young woman lying in a straw bed.
"Have you my heir?" he asks the exhausted woman.
"She has oh sire." the midwife replies, "She is very weak sire for she has had not one child but two! A daughter and a son oh sire."
The midwife wearily lifts a blanket from the woman's chest and reveals two small infants. One of them, who is resting silently in her mother's right arm, lifts its head and stares inquisitively into the pharaoh's eyes as if it were looking directly into his soul.
"What beautiful children Helen Darious, my new Queen." He breathes as he walks towards the weary woman.
She shakily hands him his son who was sleeping in her left arm. He holds his son in his arms gently and stares deeply at him as if he were in-visioning him as future pharaoh.
"A son and a daughter? Perfect." He breathes as he averts his stare to his small daughter whose eyes have not left the pharaoh, Ramesses IX.
"She is inquisitive sire. I believe she knows whom her father is." The midwife says smiling a bit, "Their names oh sire?"
"The son shall carry on my name, and my father's. He shall be known as Ramesses X (Khepermaatresetepenre) future Pharaoh of Egypt! Helen, my Queen... You may name our daughter." Ramesses IX speaks.
"Angelia..." she says after a moment, "Angelia Tianna."
"Ramesses and Angelia! My beautiful children of Egypt!" Ramesses IX chuckles.
Helen smiles as the pharaoh hands her back her son; Ramesses IX then caresses his daughter's small cheek before kissing Helen on her forehead and saying,
"Rest now my queen."
He then rose from the bed and walked silently out of the room, leaving his new queen and her midwife alone in the room.
"You should do as he commands Queen Helen. You do need rest." The midwife suggests as she begins to clean the room.
"I shall..." the young queen replies as she smiles down at her children.
She plants a kiss on her daughter Angelia's soft cheek which in turn made Angelia smile. Helen did the same to her son with little response from him. He merely opened one eye lazily then yawned and fell right back to sleep.
"Queen?" she ponders as she holds her children close to her and falls into a content sleep.
Her dreams were filled with odd shrieks and screams. She awoke in a panic only to be comforted by her children as they lay silently in her frail arms. A small clank distracts her for a moment but she continues her actions. She kissed each one before laying them down in her bed and walking to the door. She was about to pear out into the hallway when she was met by, Eva, her midwife.
Eva was relatively tall, lean and young about twenty or so. She had short brown hair and very tan skin; her eyes were as black as the night and her dress was of a commoner.
"My Queen we must hide!" Eva whispers as she pushed Helen back inside her room.
"What is going on?" Helen inquires as the sounds of shouts become ever clearer.
"A foreign army is invading my Queen and if they find you or the children!" she said, pausing.
"No." Helen breathes as she looks back at her newborn children who were lying innocently in her bed.
"Quickly we must hide you and them immediately!" Eva whispers, motioning for a guard to come and escort us.
Helen grabs her son and Eva grabs her daughter and they make their way out of the small bedroom as silent as possible. Ramesses did not wake as they walked through the cool night air although Angelia was wide awake. Helen worried that Angelia might cry or give us away, but not one sound did she utter, not one coo or cough. She didn't even breathe loudly.
"She's so smart..." Helen breathes as they dash through the throne room.
Helen could hear shouts from the hall nearby as the invading army tore their way into the palace.
"We must hurry!" Eva shrieks as she dashes down another hall.
She comes to a trap door and ushers Helen and her son Ramesses in. She begins to climb in when she is grabbed by her shirt collar and held up high in the air. Angelia clutched in her long arms.
"EVA! ANGELIA!" Helen shrieks as the trap door shuts.
Helen begins to climb up out of it but is stopped by one of the guards.
"NO MY QUEEN! It is too dangerous! You risk your child and your own life!"
"MY DAUGHTER AND MY FRIEND IS UP THERE!" Helen cries as she begins to climb towards the door.
The guard, seeing no other choice, began to drag Helen away from the door leading her and her son to safety.
"ANGELIA! EVA!" Helen cries as she disappears down the hallway.
"LET ME GO!" commands Eva as she fought viciously against the guard who has captured her.
"Just give us the child!" the guard barks.
"I WOULD RATHER DIE THAN LET YOU KILL THIS CHILD!" Eva spits back at him as she fights her way free.
She begins to run down the hall from the guard, Angelia held in her long protective arms.
"I must hide you! I must save you young princess!" Eva breathes as she runs faster and faster.
She comes to a set of baskets and places Angelia gently inside one.
"Goodbye young princess." She breathes as she kisses the young child on her cheek.
Angelia coos softly as Eva closes the basket and sets in down gently. She then grabs another and begins to run again hoping to lure away the guards as their footsteps become ever louder.
A cry of shear agony echoes throughout the palace as a spear is drove into Eva's heart. She falls to the ground and a blood pool form beneath her as the guards walk towards the basket.
"You should have obeyed." They chuckle as they pull the lid of the basket off.
"WHAT?!" one of the guards cry as they find the child missing.
Dumbfounded the guards begin to search the palace.
They are not alone in this search. A young woman of about fifteen walks silently down the hallway lead by a soft sound not audible to the guard's ears. Her long brown hair flows gracefully behind her and her eyes gleam a beautiful green; her skin is fair and beautiful and she is elegantly tall.
She comes to a small closet and sneaks into to it, unnoticed. She then comes to a basket which had been set on the ground and lifts the lid from it.
Angelia begins to smile and coo as the young woman picks her up gently.
"The daughter of the Pharaoh... The princess..." the young woman breathes.
"FIND THAT CHILD!" the young woman hears one of the guards cry.
She carries the young child out of the closet and begins to walk towards the cluster of guards.
"Angelia?" she inquires as she grabs a small golden necklace with Egyptian hieroglyphics writing on it.
"STOP YOUR SEARCHING!" she commands.
"Queen Cassandra?" one of the guards inquires as he falls to his knees.
"She has a child!" one of the other guards cries before falling to the floor.
"My Queen... We are in search of the enemy's child." A high ranked officer reports.
"I know this. It is no need to search. It seems as if the young woman has hidden the child well. THEY HAVE ESCAPED! IT IS NO USE SEARCHING HERE ANY LONGER!" She bellows.
She walks out of that palace with Angelia in her elegant arms as the guard's begin to tear the place apart.
"I've fooled them, only one more to convince." Cassandra breathes as she is met by her husband, King Judos of Sparta.
"MY QUEEN!" he cries as he stares stunned by his wife's arrival, "Is that?" he begins.
"Our child? Yes. A daughter, a queen." She replies.
"A daughter?" he inquires as he holds Angelia.
Angelia's bright eyes scan over the man's face before she reaches up gently with her fragile hands and grabs his nose.
"Oh my, she is strong. She will be a powerful leader." He speaks.
"You mean?"
"Yes my Queen." He replies.
With a smile on her face, Cassandra walks to her chariot with Angelia in her arms.
"If I've fooled him, I've fooled the world."