"I told you. You don't love someone because of their looks or their clothes or their car. You love them because they sing a song only your heart can understand." ― L.J Smith

"We've got more slaves for work, sir."

A dignified looking soldier stood before a shorter one, who looked a bit unsure of himself to say the least. The elder soldier looked behind the soldier, who stepped aside the moment the commander peered behind him to look at the women. There were about six of them that covered behind a woman who had her arms crossed, despite the shackles that were on her wrists. Chocolate brown hair fell straight to hair waist, and pools of velvety dark brown peered up at the man through long, dark lashes, brows drawn downward to show her anger. For being in the position that she was in, she surely didn't show any fear. All he saw was anger and determination.

"Send them to the river. They can look for gold with the other women." He replied, waving a hand dismissively. The woman were beginning to be hearded away before a voice stopped them.

"Wait!"

The women all paused, the one with dark brown hair spinning around to face the one who'd called out to stop them. A tanned man with blue eyes and dark hair walked towards the commander. "You can't send them there. They're women. They'll get overworked and die. At least let them tend to the gardens. The work is less harsh and will be more suited to their skills."

The commander gazed at the group for a moment, shrugging his shoulders and releasing a sigh. "As you command, sir." He turned to the two soldiers. "Get these ladies to the gardens at this instant!"

"Wait." The new male pointed to the fearless looking one. "We have a shortage on servants, and she looks as if she's a bit tougher than the rest, don't you think?"

The commander nodded his head. "I believe you're right, Ahkmenrah. If you wish, I can escort her up to your home immediately."

"That won't be needed, Bomani. I'll simply escort her there myself. I'm heading home anyway. You may continue your work down here." Ahkmenrah replied dismissively, sending a smile towards the commander before he turned towards the woman, who was glaring at him, but otherwise looked emotionless. "You may come with me now."

She didn't reply, she only followed him up to his home, her arms crossed tight over her chest still, brows drawn downward still. Ahkmenrah looked over at her, wondering where exactly she came from. He heard the soldiers discussing how they had found her and her women simply by the Nile, right up the river. The dark haired one he was currently escorting had been playing in the water, which seemed like a far stretch from how she was acting right now. It was hard to imagine this stony woman playing in a river, laughing and splashing around playfully as if she were a child.

"My name's Ahkmenrah," He introduced, a pleasant smile on his face as he walked beside the woman. Sure, she was to be a servant, but it didn't mean that he couldn't converse with her. "And yours?"

No reply. She remained stony and unmoving, almost like the pyramids that currently surrounded the both of them. Beautiful on the outside, but unmovable and hardened.

"We'll be arriving at my home soon. I'm not sure where you're from since my father's soldiers didn't inform me of it, but it's lovely, really. My father's the Pharaoh." Ahkmenrah explained animatedly. Anything to get this girl to talk to him. Being a friendly man by nature, he was put off when people didn't automatically fall for his charms. He was usually able to get people to talk by flashing a smile and saying a few words to get them comfortable, but this girl was different. He was the sea and she was the cliff, and she would break him before he could break her.

Ahkmenrah wasn't surprised when she refused to answer him, but that didn't mean that he wasn't put off by her attitude. Just who was she? Most servants that came to serve either completely and utterly worshipped him and his father, or they cowered in fear. None reacted the way this girl did. She was unique, and she piqued Ahkmenrah's interest more than he would ever admit.

They came to his father's throne room, and he looked on at her, a bit surprised to see his son escorting a woman in shackles. "Ahkmenrah, my son, what brings you here with this woman?"

"She's going to be another one of the female servants. I knew that we had a shortage on them, and she seems tough enough to withstand the duties she'll be given every day." Ahkmenrah explained.

His father merely nodded. "She's young." He replied, looking at the woman instead of his son, who looked back on at him, unwavering. "What's your name?"

No reply.

"The Pharaoh of Egypt commands that you tell him your name. Refusing to do this will result in death, do you hear me?" The man commanded, growing impatient with this woman. While his son liked to play games and enjoyed challenges, he wasn't one to do so. He was the Pharaoh, and as such, he had to be authoratative and take charge. This one girl wasn't going to be an exception to that rule.

In moments, his son stepped in front of the woman, his face close to hers. His son's body blocked his view, so he couldn't hear or see a thing. Suddenly, his son stepped to the side and the woman stared on at the Pharaoh, still looking as determined as ever. Her lips parted and she spoke, "My name is Cena."

Cena's P.O.V

I was beyond pissed off. My women were lost, and now I was forced to associate with the damn Pharaoh. He was lucky that I wasn't feeling too violent at the moment, because if I was, I would have ripped his throat out myself.

"What's your name?"

I snorted internally. As if I'd tell him my name. His soldiers kidnap me and plan to make me a servant, and now he wants to know my name? I'd rather die than give him that.

He scowled, and I could sense his impatience from across the room. "The Pharaoh of Egypt commands that you tell him your name. Refusing to do this will result in death, do you hear me?"

Suddenly, Ahkmunrah was in front of me, his face only centimeters from mine. He was lucky I didn't slap him, and I was just about to when he spoke up. "Don't anger him. He won't hesitate to kill you. You'll become my servant, and you'll follow me around all day. I only asked this of you because I knew that you'd be strong enough to withstand it, if I did have to go into battle while outside of these walls. I could see it in your eyes. Now, just tell Amenhotep your name, please. I'll take these shackles off as soon as you do."

I paused, weighing out the options in my head. Refuse to give him my name and die, or give him my name and follow around this guy for the rest of my life? Well, hopefully I'd die during battle or something. I nodded and Ahkmenrah moved, allowing me to face the Pharaoh once more.

"My name is Cena."

The moment I spoke those words, Ahkmenrah undid my shackles, allowing them to clatter to the floor. I rubbed my sore wrists, resisting the urge to curse. Jeez, I felt bad for whoever had to wear those all day.

"Finally, the woman speaks." Out stepped a man that looked similar to both the Pharaoh and Ahkmenrah, but this time, Ahkmenrah didn't look so pleased to see a relative of his. His look grew cold the instant his eyes met the older man's. "No need to look so angry, little brother. I'm merely studying your new... Toy."

I opened my mouth, ready to tell him off, but Ahkmenrah surprisingly beat me to it. "She's no toy. She's to be my personal servant."

The other man raised his eyebrows. He clearly seemed to be enjoying this. He peered at me from over Ahkmenrah's shoulder, seeing as I was standing behind him. "No need to be so hostile, little brother. I was simply going to ask if you were going to make use of this new lovely female. Because if you don't, well..." His brows raised suggestively. "I most certainly will."

"You won't. She isn't your property, and she isn't a toy used to your amusement and pleasure." Ahkmenrah snapped. My eyes probably couldn't have gone any wider than they were at that moment. Ahkmenrah bowed towards his father before leaving the room, motioning for me to follow him. Well, I wasn't about to stay in a room with those people. I scrambled after Ahkmenrah, catching up to him easily and walking beside him.

"What was that all about?" I questioned, unfolding my arms as I walked.

Ahkmenrah released a sigh. "That was my older brother, Kahmunrah. A few months ago, my father announced that he was ill. In a month or so, he will most likely die. Around the time that he announced he was ill, he told us that I would be next in line for the throne, not Kahmunrah. My father doesn't trust Kahmunrah enough, and so he entrusted it to me."

"And so Kahmunrah's mad because you got what he technically was supposed to get as a birth right, but not can't get because he's basically crazy." I finished.

Ahkmunrah laughed. "If you want to put it that way, yes, I suppose that's essentially why he acts like this. I suppose I just get fed up with it. If he only knew how he truly was..."

"You can't just change some people." I replied, carelessly shrugging my shoulders.

"You say that as if you have experience with people like my brother." Ahkemnrah continued, turning down a hallway, watching as I followed after him.

I sent him a smirk, which caused shock to appear in his eyes. It was short lived, because he regained his composure quickly. "Let's just say that I'm not what I appear to be." He assumed that because I was now a servant, I would be meek and wouldn't give him attitude.

He had another thing coming.

"It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves." ― William Shakespeare