"There are winds of destiny that blow when we least expect them. Sometimes they gust with the fury of a hurricane, sometimes they barely fan one's cheek. But the winds cannot be denied, bringing as they often do a future that is impossible to ignore." ― Nicholas Sparks

Within the first few days of being in the Pharaoh's palace, I learned many things about their lifestyle. Although I certainly wasn't fully accustomed to it, and I definitely didn't like them, not in the least bit. Sure, Ahkmenrah wasn't being cruel to me right now, but I couldn't trust him as far as I could throw him. He was still the Pharaoh's son, and by association, I couldn't trust him.

But that also meant that I didn't trust Kahmunrah even more. Something about that man just threw me off. He was always giving me the strangest looks, as if he wanted to murder me on the spot. I mean, I couldn't exactly blame him for all of that, seeing as I constantly snapped at him, correcting him and telling him why he was wrong. Apparently, the fact that I was a servant of his younger brother and a woman who was telling him off ticked him off beyond description, so I was doing my job right so far.

I was currently in Ahkmenrah's room, making his bed for him. It was one of my many morning jobs, which consisted of laying out an outfit for him, drawing him a bath, and escorting him down to breakfast. These jobs weren't assigned to me by him. Rather, they were assigned to me by his father. The look in his eyes told me that he felt bad that I had to clean up after him, but I still didn't trust the man. I couldn't.

He emerged from his bathroom, dressed and looking ready to go. I turned away from his bed after I smoothed out the sheets. They'd given me new clothing, which was customary servant clothing, but a bit nicer seeing as I was Ahkmenrah's personal servant. A white skirt made of silk went to my knees, and a top made of the same material matched it perfectly, cropping to reveal my middrif. I would have complained about it, but it was hot and I was thankful for the breeze I felt.

However, I definitely wasn't thankful for Ahkmenrah's wandering eyes. He tried to be tasteful about it. He didn't do it when I was looking. Rather, he did it when he thought that I didn't notice, but I did notice, and it pissed me off more than I can describe to you.

"Ready to go?" I questioned, hands on my hips. I still hadn't lost the attitude that I had on my first day here, and Ahkmenrah would constantly comment about it. He never lost his temper with me, though. He'd actually just smile and shake his head, as if he was amused about my actions. The nerve of some people.

Ahkmenrah nodded his head, walking towards the door without a word. I followed soon after, closing the door behind us. The walk was silent, seeing as I wasn't going to initiate a conversation, and apparently Ahkmenrah wasn't in the mood to. That was strange. He was usually the one chattering on endlessly, trying to get me to talk to him. I'd throw in the occasional sarcastic comment every now and then, but for the most part I remained relatively silent.

Breakfast was uneventful, and soon Ahkmenrah and I were walking around the town, looking around and checking to make sure that all of the people were happy and as safe as they could get. It pissed me off more than I could describe. Here I was, making sure that these people were happy, while I was being forced to work for the damn Pharaoh. But who ever said that life was fair?

Soon into our walk, I felt a prickling feeling on the back of my neck. I tensed up. It was as if someone was watching me, or maybe even following me. I glanced at Ahkmenrah. Okay, correction. Maybe someone was following us. I walked closer to Ahkmenrah, standing behind him. For what reason, well, I can't even tell you that. Maybe it was a moral obligation to make sure that this innocent little kid in a young man's body would stay safe.

As soon as I heard commotion from the crowd, I was alert. Ahkemnrah wasn't fast enough. I saw someone approaching out of the corner of my eye, and saw a flash of something shiny. A sword. Someone was trying to assassinate Ahkmenrah. I stood in front of him immediately, hand shooting out to slap the sword away, attempting to disarm the man. Unfortunately, that only succeeded in me getting a nice sized cut on my thig. Well, there goes the new outfit. I cursed, delivering a punch to the man's face and then a swift kick to his stomach, yanking his sword out of his arm as I did so. He fell to the ground and I pointed his sword at his neck, scowling down at him.

The crowd was silent, and I could almost feel Ahkmenrah's gaze burning holes into my back. I didn't care at the moment. A few more soldiers came over and carried the man away, most likely taking him into the prison rooms until he could be questioned by the Pharaoh for his crime. I finally relaxed, letting the sword clatter to the ground. Jeez, I felt kinda dizzy.

Ahkmenrah was suddenly in front of me, his blue eyes wide. "You saved my life just now."

I shrugged my shoulders, watching as little black dots obsurced my vision. I could barely see his face now. "Yeah, don't mention it. Someone had to."

I stumbled, and he automatically reached out, picking me up easily in his arms. If I wasn't about to pass out, I would have refused, but when I was losing blood like this, his arms seemed pretty damn comfortable to me. Ahkmenrah carried me back to the palace, silent for most of the journey, until he suddenly spoke up. "Why?"

I shrugged my shoulders carelessly, my eyelids getting heavier with each passing moment. "I don't even know, to be honest. I just did. It was an instinct."

I was handed off to the healers, and that was the last night I remembered before everything went black.

Ahkmenrah stood in his room, looking out the window. He didn't have his servant with him at the moment, seeing as she was currently being healed, but that was fine by him. She could take all of the time that she needed to recover. To be completely honest with himself, he didn't want her to be forced to stay in the palace. He would have rather her been a guest, but what with the current war raging with Nubia, they were beginning to become short handed at the palace. His father also thought that it was time that he got a servant of his own.

When he saw Cena, to be honest, she took his breath away. Prominent cheekbones, long lashes, dark brown eyes and hair to match that reached her waist, she was a breath taking beauty for sure. Pair that with her fiery attitude, and no man in Egypt could resist her. Maybe that was a bit of an exaggeration, but Ahkmenrah was sure that her beauty could neither be surpassed nor be matched.

He had been sure she hated him. Ever since the first day he met her, her eyes held nothing but resentment towards him. Some days, he saw little flickers of other things there, things that he couldn't completely decipher, but things than were much softer and more pleasant than the hatred. It suited her chocolate brown orbs better, but as soon as it was there it was gone.

Cena was a woman who frustrated him to no end. She showed such kindness with him at times, playfully teasing him one moment, and then the next moment she was cold as ice towards him, a scowl replacing the impish smirk that had been on her face only moments earlier. That smile that she had, that she rarely ever showed, he liked that the best about her. It was the only time he ever saw her walls break down. It made her eyes stand out more when she smiled, a small twinkle appearing in her eyes.

Today, she'd saved his life. She had purposefully stepped in front of an armed man, stopped him, but had hurt herself in the process. The healers had assured him that Cena would be fine in a few days time, but it wasn't just the fact that she was hurt. She had risked her own life for him, a person that she showed so much resentment towards. He couldn't understand her. Why would she do that? Why, when she hated him so much?

For once, Ahkmenrah was completely and totally bewildered, having no idea where to go from here.

"I knew I loved you before I met you, I think I dreamed you into life. I knew I loved you before I met you, I have been waiting all my life." ― Savage Garden