Notes: So, this idea just hit me, and I don't have long to get it down. So, no research done for this. Really should have, but I'm just having to go off memory.

Pairing: Mizushipping (Priest Set/Kisara)

Warnings: Bastard!Atem, possible OOC, character death.

Disclaimer: I don't own. I don't have monies. So, no point in suing, right? Right?

He didn't trust her. That was as far as his feelings for her went. As the pharaoh, he wasn't supposed to think much of individuals. His job was to care for his nation, his people as a whole.

And she wasn't his, wasn't a part of anything other than as a slave. But his high priest could not understand that.

It was sickening how he constantly left to check on her. Set should not care for her. She was very obviously not one they should waste time on. Never in his life, had the young Atem thought that Set would be the one of his people to slip. But he was losing his hold on the priest.

Tonight, after the sun down ceremony, he would have a talk with his priest. This would be settled tonight, one way or another.

"But you know the pharaoh doesn't approve of us!" Kisara said, her gaze locked on Set from where he stood in the doorway to her cramped quarters.

He smiled down at her, an uncommon sight to anyone but her. "He's not as horrible as you seem to think. He has shown me kindness in the past, so he might show it now as well. In fact, I'm certain of it."

She got up and crossed the short space between them before wrapping her arms around her waist. "Just be careful out there, love. I don't want to lose you."

He patted her hair gently, leaving a brief kiss on her forehead. "You won't. He's not going to do anything so drastic as all that. I'll be back." He gently removed her arms from around him before turning and leaving her alone in the room.

Kisara looked about uncertainly. When Set had not returned after several hours, she decided to search for him. She was now in the gardens just outside the pharaoh's palace. There was nowhere else she could think to look, not without incurring the wrath of the guard.

"Ah. I was wondering when the little foreigner would show herself." She gasped and turned to see the pharaoh sitting on a bench.

"My pharaoh!" She bowed low to the ground, her face down so as not to look upon him.

"You and I both know you are not my subject, girl," he growled, reaching down to pull her up. "And I would have let you live had you not interfered with my priest. But you were just exotic enough that he thought himself in love with you. How absurd! A priest in love! Now, I can't very well allow that, can I?" He smirked, his eyes glinting with a touch of madness. "I have already taken care of one half of the problem. All that's left now is to clean up." He let go of her, causing her to lose balance and fall to the ground, her head colliding with the bench he had been sitting on.

"But, pharaoh, I—"

"SILENCE! You will never cause me trouble again!" He pulled a knife out from the band around his waist and slashed her throat. As the blood poured out of her throat, and her eyes began to dull, Atem turned and walked away.

On the other side of the bench lay the body of the high priest. Though she didn't know that, Kisara smiled with what little strength she had left before her body began to glow. The spirit of the large dragon that was within her showed briefly before vanishing.

Five thousand years later, the two would meet again. Neither one of them would be the same. He would be more jaded, more pessimistic. But still, she would fight for him without question.

Their greatest foe? The now nameless pharaoh.

And the cycle goes on.