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Opening her eyes, she looked around the dark dungeon as she hung by her wrists from the shackles. Her robe was around her waist, her bloody back exposed to the closed wooden door. She wondered just how long she had been out. Considering her blood was still dripping onto the sandstone floor. She coughed a bit, feeling the metallic taste come up her throat. She turned her dark eyes to the left side of the dark room, and then up to the high window. Was this the place going to be her death bed? Was this how she was going to die? She let out a ragged breath, the night breeze starting to come into the room. She had held her own against the evil cousin of the Pharaoh's, but she must have passed out afterwards. All she remembered was her horrid screaming after the twenty-fourth lash and then the door closing shut when the lashes stopped. Her arms were in pain, her ribs and lungs burned with agony. Her vision was going in and out of the blurriness as she could only conclude that the blood was still dripping from her back. She coughed again, the sound echoing off the walls. So, this is where she would die…this is how it would all end?
The guard opened the door quickly before the young Pharaoh even ordered it. His royal purple eyes gazed in shock at the young woman who was bound by her wrists with shackles. Her back was exposed to him, her blood dripping on the floor. He quickly walked around her, noticing that her eyes were closed. He couldn't believe his cousin's profound, unnecessary beatings of the people in the kingdom. Kneeling down, he tilted her head up a bit, noting the scar on her gorgeous face. Her long raven hair hung freely about her face, but was pulled away from her back. Her luscious rosy lips were stained with her blood that dripped from the side, indicating that she was on the verge of death. He turned his eyes to the guard and watched as he quickly moved to unchain her. When her wrists were free, the young Pharaoh caught her in his arms as she fell. He lifted her in his arms and walked out of the bloody dungeon. 'If you see Seth, tell him that I would like a word with him.' He said, walking by the guard. He headed out of the room, carrying the girl in his arms.
The dark smell of spices was everywhere in her dark conscious. Where was she? Was this the after life? Would she see Ra here…as well as her father? There were voices, two males and a female's. Where was she…she was no longer in the dark dungeon the man with cold blue eyes had taken her too. But she could have been anywhere…she could be back in the market, being sold as a slave now. The female's voice was soft and sweet, saying things that she was holding onto life but could really slip into Anubis' hands before night fall. Then, a concern male's voice called out, trying to come up with another way to save her life. Who was this man? Who was he…and why did he wish to save her? She had to open her eyes…she had to see where she was.
'Please, there has to be a way to save her, Isis.' He said, looking at her. She kept her eyes to him and then turned her eyes to her love interest. 'Pharaoh Atem, I'm not sure if we can save her…she lost a lot of blood.' She whispered. Atem turned his eyes to the young woman and noticed that her eyes were slowly opening. His own eyes widen as shock ran through him. 'W-wh-where am I?' she breathed, her eyes still blurred. He brushed her hair away from her face as Isis placed a cold wash cloth on her forehead. 'You are safe my dear…' he whispered. He watched as she uneasily turned her eyes all over the place, panic set upon her body. She had been through a massive beating, and how she had survived it was beyond him. He turned his eyes to Isis and replied, 'I will stay here until she is better.' Isis's eyes widen a bit. 'My Pharaoh…'
'Pharaoh Atem, you have to understand that the people need you. Allow me and Isis to look over her. You will worry yourself if you are to stay.' He said. Atem look at his friend and then back at the girl. 'Alright, Mahado… watch over her. Keep me posted on her health and I will talk to Seth about this.' He turned for the large door, his mind set on setting his cousin straight this time around. He turned his eyes back to the young woman that laid there on the bed, the dark covers around her. Her breathing was shallow, but at least she was actually breathing. He sighed, turned his eyes straight in front of him and headed out the door. He needed to talk to his cousin certainly.
That night, Seth walked into the chambers of his cousin, on request. He wondered what this could be about. He had not been in his cousin's presence in awhile, but he figured that it wouldn't recall a visit. He kept his eyes to the pharaoh, silence upon him as well as a grin. His cousin had this grim expression upon his face, his eyes gazing upon him with intensity. 'Ah, Pharaoh Atem, you wanted to see me?' he asked, smoothly. Atem sat back into his throne and looked at him with exactly changing his expression. 'I know about the girl, Seth. She nearly died in the dungeon that you left her in.' he said. Seth couldn't hide the smirk on his face. The young woman's scream echoed in his ears still. 'Nearly? Hmm… I was sure she had passed onto the afterlife when I left.' He said sadistically. 'You've gone too far, Seth!' Atem snapped, his eyes filled with anger. Seth didn't falter from his smirk. 'Yes…so it seems…but she is alive, no? So, why are you so hard on me Pharaoh Atem? She will live, according to your word.' He said. He watched as Atem fisted his hands against the armrest of his throne. His cousin was frustrated, no doubt, only because he did not know what to do with him. He shrugged, turning around. 'My dear Pharaoh, she will live…according to your word… do not fret.' He said. He headed for the door, thinking that it was all over. But, before he reached the door, he heard, 'You are banished from this kingdom, Seth…until you know how to control your,' he cleared his throat. 'Beatings, you will not be here.' He turned his eyes to his cousin in silence, shocked if anything. He couldn't be hearing him right. 'You are dismissed from this court and my sight, Seth… I hope Ra shows you mercy like I have.' Atem whispered.
Turning over in the large bed, she opened her eyes slowly to the light coming from the balcony. She had never really seen this place before. Where could she be? Sitting up, she flinched at the pain that crawled over her back. She watched as the dark sheets fell from her form, revealing her breasts bound by bandages she did not remember before. Looking around again, she took in the surroundings. She was no longer in the dungeon, but in a luxury room that was fit for royalty. She pulled the covers back up to her chest, hanging her feet from off the bed. She looked down at the sandstone colored floor and then the vibrant color carpet. She stepped on it, and then heard doors open. Looking up, she lost her footing and felt her body head for the floor. She was still weak, it seemed. She must have lost a lot of blood for this to happen. Her mind stopped thinking for a bit, as she realized that she had not made it to the floor. Looking up, her eyes locked onto the royal purple gaze that was upon her. She took in a deep breath, even though it pained her lungs. She knew this male very well, heard stories about him and heard many of the girls talk about him. She clutched the sheet close to her chest, letting the breath come out of her easily. 'Pharaoh Atem…' she whispered, her eyes still upon him. A smile came to his handsome face as he brushed a strand of her raven hair away from her face. 'You are up, although falling out of bed is something I wasn't expecting when I came to check up on you.' She heard. Her heart jumped in her chest. His voice was dark, yet velvet silk. She felt like she had melted in his arms. She felt movement suddenly as he lifted her up in his strong arms. Her eyes were still on his face as he placed her back in the bed. 'Will you like something to eat?' he asked softly. She kept quiet, but knew that she would have to speak again. 'You are in shock, I understand.' He whispered. She clutched the sheet closer, trying to catch her breath. 'Are you in any pain?' he asked, still in the soft tone. She shook her head no, and felt his hand on her forehead. 'Your fever is gone…which is good.' He said, while his eyes were upon her. She looked at him, silence from her side as the back of his hand brushed against her cheek. Why had he taken her out of this? Why was he so concern about her well being? She couldn't understand this, but she didn't know that she would intertwine with his life in more ways then one.