This is The Story of Nefera's Birth
Have you ever wondered how a shy girl with a heart of gold could marry an arrogant snob who thinks he's a god, and build up the greatest dynasty of all time?
Her parents are dead. Her family's kingdom is in ruins. She has an older brother who abuses her on a daily basis. No friends. No love. No future. Dedyet is hopeless until one man rocks her world.
His future is planned right down to the last detail. Never did he guess that one woman could change his future, his morals and his complete personality.
This story is about how two racist kingdoms result in one happy family. This is The Story of Nefera's Birth.
Chapter 1: Two parts of Egypt
Our story starts with two powerful men on a balcony. That, and a tiny suggestion.
"Ramses, my son, I know how you can be the most divine Pharaoh of all time," a dark voice stated.
"What is your advice, Father?" Another dark voice answered.
"Egypt. It needs to be united."
Ramses' eyes widened. As a twenty-two year old man and the future pharaoh of Upper Egypt (which was surprisingly Southern Egypt), he knew that the two sides of the country couldn't be united. Never! The hatred was too big.
"Father, this would mean for us to give away our land," the crown prince spoke out carefully, knowing his father disliked such a way of thinking.
"Oh, son, please. Don't you know anything about the might and power I have as the ruler of this country?" His father asked, almost insulted.
"But, Father, it is only Upper Egypt you are ruling over," Ramses reminded his father. "The North belongs to…" His eyes widened. "Who was it again?"
"Pharaoh Setpenkhamun."
"Exactly. You couldn't just steal his throne and palace… Could you, Father?" Ramses bit his lip, cursing that last part of the sentence. Only an uneducated fool would ask a question like that!
"There is a thing about Setpenkhamun no one in this kingdom knows," his father answered darkly, ignoring the dumb question.
"And… what is it?"
"He doesn't rule alone. He rules with his sister."
"With his sister? That's the most pathetic thing I have heard in years!"
"This sister of him, she is a young, attractive woman."
"How do you know? Have you seen her?"
"Oh, of course not! No one would dare to leave their kingdom by crossing the borders! It is a simple rumor. There are people here in Lower Egypt who claim to have set an eye on the princess' stunning beauty. She is said to be as beautiful as goddess Hathor herself!"
Ramses crossed his arms. "That seems completely over the top. I mean, how could a human woman have the grace and beauty of goddess Hathor? The statement is simply laughable."
"Ramses de Nile!"
"Yes, Father?"
"The princess is your age."
"Oh?"
"You will marry her."
"Father! I don't even know her!"
"Either that, or you marry your sister, Neferia!"
"Ugh. Anything but that. She is my sister!"
"Stop being so picky!"
Ramses sighed. "Is it too much to ask to marry someone that I love?"
"Love does not exist. The servants have prepared our journey already."
"Our journey?"
"Yes. Our journey to Lower Egypt."
