Chapter 4 – Smiles Of Sunshine

R.P.O.V

I watched as the curtain was drawn, showing us my Moses. He looked the perfect picture of calm, surrounded by fire and adoring people. Yes. I had chosen well for my right-hand.

I smiled at him, but he didn't appear to notice. I saw him look up, and for a moment, our eyes locked before he moved off the stage, disappearing into the crowd. I jumped down from my seat, and I tried to find him, but it was too late. He was gone, mixed amongst the hundreds of bodies.

I sighed before a female grabbed my attention, and started to flatter me. But then she was gone, off to find another to flirt with. I looked around, trying to find either Moses or another female, but it seemed that I was out of luck.

So I grabbed another goblet of wine, and then another and another, until soon, I was too confused to think, and someone ended up taking me to my room, where I fell onto the bed, and then into a deep sleep.

I woke later then I should have. And my head was pounding so hard that I was seeing stars. I pulled the covers over my head, and closed my eyes, trying to blot out the sunlight that hurt my eyes.

I was just drifting into sleep when my door opened, so hard that it hit the wall behind it, and made a horrible sound as it vibrated as it rebounded. I sat up, thinking that it was my father, then doubled-over at the pain in my eyes, head, and stomach. I saw a pair of feet in sandals in front of me, helping me back into the bed.

When I opened my eyes, instead of my father, I saw Moses. I looked into his eyes and saw that he was worried about me. I felt happy, that he was worried for me, and at the same time, sad, because I didn't want him to see me this way… Confused, sick and uncontrolled. But it was way too late now… And plus… This could work to my advantage, I thought as I closed my eyes.

M.P.O.V

I watched as his eyes closed, and I panicked. He looked so pale, so still. So I did the first thing I thought of. I kissed him.

His lips were soft and pliant under mine, and he tasted like wine and honey. I let out a soft moan before pulling away and staring at his face. It was less pale then before, and his lips were moist and pink from our short kiss. And when his eyes fluttered open, I knew that he had done that on purpose.

I felt betrayed. Before I could stop myself, or even think things through, I raised my hand and I slapped him across the face, before running out of the room and down into the gardens.

When I got there, I found an empty seat, and sank down onto it, horror filling my veins. I have raised – and hit – my hand to the Pharaoh. I will be punished by death, for I have committed a sin against God.

I started to shake and cry uncontrollably, just thinking about what Ramses would do now that he knew.

What seemed like hours was only a few minutes later as I dried my eyes, and wiped my face. I didn't want to go back inside, so I just sat there, looking at the garden, and thinking about anything that wasn't what I'd done, Death, or Ramses.

It was peaceful out here in the garden and I regretted not coming here sooner. But now I had a hide-away from Ramses, a safe place. He would never think to look here.

I couldn't help but think about him when I looked at the sunflowers. I thought about his smile and how the way his whole face lit up, and to me, it was like sunshine. I couldn't help but wonder if I would see that smile again.