the rebel spirit of a rebel queen
part 2: what to do with an outlaw?
A sharp kick to my side awoke me, and i jolted up. I yelped and got on my knees, not opening my eyes. when I moved my hands, i heard something gingle. 'Am I in chains?' i mentally questioned. I painfully opened my icey blue eyes, coming face to face with a golden floor.
Another sharp kick sent me to my side with another yelp. I looked up, a gaurd in not so fancy garb stood above me. "You will show respect when the pharoah is talking!" He barked. I tilted my head and sat up once more, sitting back on my heels and i look forward.
There, sitting on a golden thrown, sat pharoah attenkahumen, beside him stood his son. The man stared daggers at me, probably because the way I acted. The boy watched me curiously. He had to be at least my age, he looked it.
A hand shot in front of his face, and we both looked up to see his father with a very aggitated look on his face. The boy backed away, giving me no comfort by his actions.
A large hand gripped me around the neck, hoisting me to stand. The pharoah brought his hand down, and the large gaurd kneed me in the back of the legs, pushing me forward onto my hands and knees. I could hear the gasps of the boy.
"put her in a cell" The pharoah's voice boomed. I was once again hoisted to my feet, being dragged backwards on my heels. The boy moved his hands in some way, andi tilted my head. He then mouthed to me.
'I'll come visit you.'
