Chapter 9 - Paying The Price Part 2
R.P.O.V
A day had passed, and Moses still hasn't come out. I rolled my head, thinking about him while trying to work the kink in my neck out. I sighed as I finally stood, realizing that I could no longer stay in front of his room – I had work and I couldn't neglect my duties as Pharaoh any longer.
I knew that I didn't deserve Moses to come out, and speak to me. I sighed as I walked along the hallway, and I couldn't get his face when he ran away from me out of my head, and it tore at my heart. I didn't want someone who was mine fleeing me like that. Like he was afraid that I would kill him before throwing him to the dogs.
I laughed grimly as I realized that I had already done that. I had yelled at him and abused him, made him run and hide from him. And I wished that I could tell him how deeply I regretted that.
The day was going to be very long. I knew that I wouldn't be able to get Moses' out of my head, but I needed to. Else I would just cause a mess bigger then I could handle.
I slapped my hand against the wall, and I wished that I could turn back the clock and change everything. I was wrong, and I needed to tell Moses that.
M.P.O.V
I heard the footsteps leave, and I knew that I was finally alone. I stood, for the first time in hours, and walked over to the looking glass. Purple and blue bruises were all over my face, neck, shoulders and arms. My eyes were red, and my face that wasn't bruised was white and chalky.
I turned away from my reflection, and I slowly got dressed in clean clothes, making sure to leave the bruises uncovered for all to see. When I was done, I slowly moved the vase and opened my door, and saw that there was a pitcher of water waiting for me. I grabbed it before shutting the door.
I took long gulps of it, quenching my thirst. I realized that I wasn't hungry. So I was ready to go out, and to do my job. I was ready to watch Ramses face as I walked into the room, and watch every emotion that passed on his face when he saw what he has done to me. Saw all of the bruises that he with his own hand had given me.
With one last look around, I opened the door and walked out, making sure to close it tightly behind me. I heard a gasp behind me, but I didn't turn to look to see who it was. All I wanted to see was one person's reaction. And that person was Ramses.
The short walk to the throne room was shorter then usual, and for once, I wasn't excited to be seeing Ramses. But this was something I had to do. This was something I had to prove. This was my point to make.
I took a deep breath before knocking sharply on the door and entering the room. There were more people in here then expected, but it didn't matter. I heard some gasp, some whispers, and some exclamations. But I ignored them as I turned to face my Pharaoh. I watched as he finally looked up and saw me, as he did a double take, as tears filled his eyes as he fell to his knees.
"Are you pleased with the result of your doing, My Pharaoh? Does it please you to see me like this?"
My voice was ice-cold and as I watched him cringe and start to let the tears fall, I realized that I didn't care. He wasn't my friend or my lover or one of my family members; he was just my Pharaoh.
And this was the price he had to pay. And I had something else that I was going to make him do.
"Out. All of you. Out! Get out!" Ramses looked at me, and I got the message; I had to stay. But that was fine. This was as good a place as any to finish my revenge. I watched as everyone filled out, silent and confused. They had no idea what was going on, and I knew that they would never find out.
