My Unfaithful Fate
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Chapter 1: The Night It All Changed
I sat on my comfortable bed in my chamber, and looked up to the stars of the Egyptian night sky. I watched them shine and twinkle like the gems around my neck, and the moon glowed its white light. I smiled and let my long black hair fall in front of my face.
I had everything I had always wanted; beautiful golden jewelry, a wonderful home, and the best part is that someday I will rule Egypt as pharaoh. It is my destiny. My fate. My life. And honestly, I can't wait! Once I turn 15, my father will back down as pharaoh, and I will take over in his place.
"My princess," one of our servants instructed as she walked into the room, "your father, the pharaoh, has instructed me to tell you that it is time for bed." I frowned.
"Why," I pouted, "why can I not stay up a little longer?" I fell on my back onto my bed, and I spread out my arms like a bird's wings before take-off.
"My princess," she mumbled in return.
"And why does everyone have to call me 'my princess'," I continued, "why not just say my name? After all, is that not the purpose of a name?"
"Is she causing you problems," a deep voice asked. I looked up, and smiled with delight.
"Father," I squealed happily, "have you come to tell a story before bed?" Father asked the servant to leave us alone, and then he walked over to my bed.
"I'm sorry, my daughter," he apologized, "but I have no time." I frowned, but he continued.
"I was actually doing something very important, Fukayna. It could determine whether or not Egypt will remain, or if our kingdom will fall." I stood in front of him.
"How," I asked with a confused look on my face, "how will it do that? What has the power to do that?" My father had no time to answer.
"Pharaoh," a guard yowled as he burst into my chamber, "you are needed immediately!" He nodded, and then turned to me.
"Forgive me, Fukayna," he said in haste, "but I must leave. Besides, it is time that you go to bed." I heard a cry of pain, and as Father turned around to leave, I grabbed and tugged at his red sleeve.
"What's happening?" I asked with fear. He shook his head, picked me up, and sat me back onto my bed.
"Don't worry," he said, and before I could ask another question, he and the guard were all ready gone, and my candles were put out.
I slipped into my bed sheets, but curiosity kept me awake. Who was in pain? Why was Father in such haste? Will he come back tonight? And why did he make it sound like it was so important? I tossed and turned, but the questions were still buzzing in my head. I sighed, and pulled off the sheets. I lightly put my feet onto the cold stone floor, and I slowly tiptoed out of my sleeping chamber.
I slipped into the shadows of the quiet hallways, making it much harder to spot me out of bed. I was trying to find Father, but the palace is so big, I was soon beginning to doubt that I'd find my way back to my room before sunrise, let alone find Father. But soon I began to hear his voice, as well as his advisor.
As I crept closer to the door, I heard someone walking behind me. I froze, and I slowly turned my head. I had expected to see one of the maids or guards start scolding me, but thanks to my luck, it was just one of the hunting hounds, Ati. I sighed in relief.
His sleek reddish coat was darkened by the shadows, but his eyes twinkled with innocence and mischief. He panted and began to wine as his white-tipped tail began to wag with joy.
"Shush," I hushed, "Ati, if you're going to stay, you must remain quiet." He stopped moving, but it still looked as if he was smiling at the thought of sneaking around the palace with me. I liked it, too. I felt much safer and more confident when I'm not alone.
We sneaked in closer towards the room where Father and his adviser are. When we were close enough to hear them clearly I stopped, and Ati nearly pushed me over. However, it seemed that our rustling outside was not noticed.
"Isn't this wonderful," the adviser happily announced, "you now have a son, a proper heir to the throne of Egypt!"
"Yes," my father agreed, "some day he will be loved by all of his people, and he shall bring this country greatness!" My heart sank. I felt as if I had no longer known my father. He was taking my power away? Why? I then heard a baby's cries. I began to sweat from rage.
How could someone under my age have greater importance over me? Why would father do this to me? I was the real heir. The proper heir! I refused to accept the fact that my infant brother would take my power. I knew deep down that I couldn't let it happen.
Ati nudged at my hand. I looked into his black, care-free eyes. I then realized that when my brother would rule as pharaoh, I would be treated just like a hound, or perhaps even worse. If he wanted my executed or banished, the guards would not give it a second thought.
It was then that I realized that I had two choices: leave the palace before he becomes pharaoh, or stay and become a servant in my own home.