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I needed one more touch,

Another taste of devouring rush,

And I believe, I believe it,

So-oh-oh-oh

(Pharaoh's palace)

"You will write to me, won't you, Atem?"

Atem nodded, sitting a top his horse and looking down at Tenionia. "I promise, Tenionia. I promise that I shall write to you."

She smiled at him, his hand still in hers. Soldiers moved around them, basking in the late January sun. Horses were moved, men were listening to demands from Mahad and Seto. Atem looked up at Mahad, who was motioning for him to hurry up. Atem turned back to Tenionia with a smile. He brought her hand to his lips, kissing them lightly.

"I'll be back soon, m'lady."

Teniona's smile grew. "I should hope so. Don't worry, we'll take care of things here. You can trust all of us."

Atem nodded. "Have you seen Seto anywhere? Mahad is wanting to march out now."

She turned to see Mahad talking sternly to Mana, the younger girl taking in his words with wide eyes. Tenionia smoothed her dress, giving her friend a comforting look. "Don't worry, I'll go get him."

She turned and left, searching through the crowd of men, women, and children. She felt a bid saddened at the sight of men hugging and kissing their wives and lovers; hugging their children as if they might never see them again. Her heart clenched, and she stopped watching the scene. She walked back into the hallway, looking around for the tall priest.

She found Seto in the throne room, speaking with Isis softly. The woman looked at him with gentle eyes, replying to what he was saying. Tenionia watched for a while, seeing if he would do anything. She could tell that he liked Isis, but he would not make a move on her. She walked forward, her bracelets clanging on her arm.

"Seto," she called out. "Atem and Mahad are ready to leave now."

Seto gave Isis one last look before heading outside. Isis went over to her, her arms crossed over her chest. "I hope he comes back," the priestess said suddenly. "I would predict his future, but I don't really want to."

Tenionia nodded. "He's very excited about the war."

"He is."

The two of them walked out in silence, watching as Seto and Atem rode up front to Mahad. They looked back at the women and other people and waved, earing many cheerful shouts in return. Tenionia caught Atem's eye and she waved even harder, a grin appearing on her face. She waved with the others until the men disappeared. A bitter thought crossed her mind. Some of those men would never return.

She felt Teana appear at her side, her hand brushing against hers. "Don't worry," the Grecian girl spoke up. "They'll return."

Tenionia nodded. "I have a feeling they will, but," she looked at the rest of the people there. "I'm saddened by the thought that some of the soldiers won't."

"I know what you mean. There are some Greek soldiers there as well. Many of them will die in Egypt and never be burried in their home country," Teana paused, looking at her friend again. "But it's for a good cause. Never forget that."

Tenionia smiled. "I won't."

The two of them walked inside, slowly walking around the palace halls and gardens, chatting the whole time. Tenionia stopped their chat for a minute, before asking Teana something that had been on her mind. "Teana," she began hesitantly. "You're almost five months along, have you decided yet on a name for your son?"

Teana nodded. "I want his name to be Lysander."

"Lysander? Why not Haemon?"

Teana frowned, looking out across the desert. "Nothing against my Father, but," she trailed off quietly. "I don't have a lot of happy memories of him. I don't hate him, but..."

Tenionia nodded. "I understand."

Both of them were quiet, watching as the sun began to quietly roll down the west side of the sky. Tenionia broke the silence again, a sly grin creeping at the side of her mouth. "What happens if your boy, however, turns out to be a girl?"

Teana shook her head. "I'm having a son. I already know."

"I don't know, there are times when people think they're having a son or daughter, but they get the opposite instead."

Teana just grinned and shook her head. "I'm having a son, and that is that."

"If you say so."

Teana leaned back against the wall, enjoying the warm breeze on her face. For a minute, she pictured herself back at home in Greece. She tried to imagine the sounds of her brother and sister's voices, the sound of her parents talking quietly to one another. The dream broke, however, when she heard Tenionia speak to her once again. "Teana?"

She turned back to her friend. "Yes?"

"When do you want to practice dueling? I want to see if what Mahad said is true."

Teana paused. "Why not start tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow it is then."

The two of them walked inside after that, hearing a servent inform them that dinner was being served. The rest of the evening was quiet, as if no one wanted to talk about the war that had just happened. Isis was not at dinner, and Teana could not deny that she was worried. It was obvious that Isis had feelings for Seto.

Tenionia looked at her worried face. "Don't worry," the exiled princess murmured. "I'm sure Isis will be fine. I'm worried about Atem."

Teana took a bite out her fish. "Tenionia," she said after swallowing some wine. "Do you have feelings for Atem?"

Tenionia blushed scarlett, and set down her goblet. Teana took that as a yes, finding it cute. She poked her friend in the arm, a cheeky smile on her face. "Do I hear wedding bells anytime soon?"

"Oh stop," Tenionia chuckled. "Or I will make pregnancy jokes to you."

Teana made a face. "Pregnancy jokes are the worst."

"I know."


(Near the border of Egypt)

"Has the Pharaoh's army arrived yet?" Amon grumbled. "Queen Zireria is getting most impatient.

His scout looked at him, shaking his head. "Not yet, they're at least another hundred miles away. They are going by foot."

Amon nodded slowly, looking out into the distance. There was nothing but sand and more sand for miles. It might take days for the Pharaoh to reach them, and when they did, they would be tired from all the travleing. Amon grinned at that. While the Pharaoh's army was tired, his would be rested and ready. He headed back on his horse to the palace, putting on his sleeping tunic and walking into the Queen's room.

Zireria looked like the picture of innocence. Her black hair was sprawled out everywhere and her mouth had formed a little Oh. He smiled gently and crawled under the blanket with her. She immediatly snuggled into him, arm wrapped around his chest. He played with her hair, not very tired, but not wanting to disrupt her.

He frowned, however, when her face contorted into her tortured expression. He hated that look. It reminded him of all the crap her sister and Father had put her through. King Akrin may have been dead, but that bitch Tenionia was still around, acting like the victiom when it was really Zireria. If he hadn't come to Zireria, she would have lost it a long time ago. His frown deepened. She may have even committed suicide.

She opened her eyes wearily, drying the tear marks that had appeared on her face. He instantly wrapped his arms around her, stroking her back. "Hey," he said softly. "Did you have that dream again?"

She nodded, but then a smile formed on her face. "Yes, but it's okay now. Amon, you're here. That's all I need to know."

He kissed her gently before they both fell into a peaceful sleep.


Arggggh! The feels! Song was Breath of Life by Florence and the Machine.