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HEY! Long time, no write. I do apologize for the absence in this story but the continuation of it shall commence. Thank you for all of the comments thus far!


Kahmunrah rolled his eyes when Neferet left the room. The words that had slipped out of his mouth and directed towards the future queen were a big fat lie. His intention was not because he wanted her all to himself. He could care less about her but he had something bigger planned for the future kingdom of Cairo. Kahmunrah let out a sigh and exited out of the room that was filled with the weapons that he fought with the statesman and headed over to the balcony of the palace, overseeing the land of Cairo. It was a very lush location and everyone seemed to be very happy with it under his father's rule but Kahmunrah knew that there were lairs lurking about the village, traitors that all his father had done was forgive them for their deeds. If Kahmunrah was in his place, he would have each and every one of the executed installing fear on every villager as each and every one of them would bow at his feet.

Oh how he so dreamed of this. He would even bring many other resources from various countries to his territory and expand Egypt to other countries. The bigger his country, the better and he dreamed that his descendants would carry down his legacy for many, many years. He just had to get rid of the ones who stood in his way, starting with his brother whom he saw as a mere, immature, and pathetic future ruler. Kahmunrah believed that he would make Egypt look weak under the eyes of other strong countries and Kahmunrah hated that. Every time he thought of this and that his brother was going to take the throne in just a matter of time, his blood boiled. He wished that he had gotten rid of him once he had the chance.

Maybe it's not too late Kahmunrah was in deep thought as he looked above the sky to the sun. Judging from the position it was in, it was almost dinnertime one family event that he despised. He had been sitting with his parents hearing over and over again what his father and Ahkmenrah spoke about and the future plans that were in order with his future bride. Kahmunrah could care less about a wedding but the lessons that his father spoke of interested him. Mentally, he would judge his father's words and twist them into his own words knowing well that his own way was better than the teachings from his father. Although, once thing interested Kahmunrah and it was the homeland of Neferet. He was aware that his father had created an alliance with Alexandria but that was a foolish thing for his father to do. Why make an alliance when you can just own it? He scoffed at the thought and pulled away from the balcony to head over to where dinner was going to be served.


After her encounter with Kahmunrah, Neferet had quickly walked back to the room that she shared with Ahkmenrah. Zhara was not there and Neferet was more than thankful for that. She did not know how she was going to face her servant after that Kahmunrah had told her. He had said that before Neferet was to become betrothed to Ahkmenrah, he had a relationship with Zhara. Were they still having one behind her back? This Neferet did not know as she collapsed to a pile of pillows and let out a sigh. Why did he have to tell her that? Was Kahmunrah looking out for her?

Suddenly her eyes widened at the thought. Could he...actually like me? She shook her head and pushed the thought away from her mind. The way he had approached her, standing just inches away from her, and the way he had spoken to her in such a teasing manner made her think so. Of course she did not like the way he had spoken but that did not mean that she despised him. No, no she shook her thoughts away. It was Ahkmenrah that she was to be with and of what had happened in the past did not matter...but it mattered to her.

She wanted someone who never had any lovers in their past. Neferet wanted to be the one and the only one. Due to her lack of knowledge on love, that was not how it worked and that she did not know. Neferet leaned her head against one of the pillows and was in deep thought just before her eyes began to close. She did not know how long she had been sleeping until she felt a hand on her arm, gently shaking her awake. Her eyes opened as she turned around to look how it was. There was an immediate frown on her face when she saw that it was Neferet.

Zhara's features immediately changed as she noticed the frown. "I am so sorry," she gasped when Neferet looked at her like that, "I have come to tell you that dinner is being served. The king and queen with Ahkmenrah are at the table," she nodded her head.

Running a hand over her face, Neferet lifted herself from the pillows. "Thank you," was all she said to Zhara as she stood over to her. When she did not move, Neferet's eyes lifted up as she then looked at her. "What?"

"I-I have to get you ready," Zhara slightly stuttered a bit, "you have to look your best."

Neferet sighed and said no more as she allowed Zhara to apply the make-up onto her. Zhara began to speak with her, saying how beautiful she was and how lucky she was to be marrying someone as great as Ahkmenrah. Neferet did not say anything at her words. She wished that Zhara would just stop talking and let her be at peace. At the sudden silence, Zhara got the message and said no more until she was finished with the makeup.

"There you go," she smiled lightly as she looked at her handiwork. She had applied lots of kohl on Neferet's eyes making them look big and mysterious with a shade of green across her eyelids. Nodding her head to Zhara, Neferet got up and walked over to where dinner was to be held. She did not know how she was going to look or even speak to Ahkmenrah after what she had just heard.


Ahkmenrah was patiently waiting for his brother and future wife to come to the table. His father was sitting at the head of the table, his mother across from him with an empty chair on her side as it reflected Ahkmenrah's side of the table. He let out a sigh, thinking how long they had to wait for Neferet and Kahmunrah to come. He had spent so much time with his father that all he wanted now was some family time and some time with his future wife.

"Oh there she is," she heard his mother's voice as she smiled when she saw her future daughter-in-law walking to the room.

Ahkmenrah turned his head when he saw Neferet, a bright smile upon his lips as he looked at her. He got up from his seat and approached Neferet, a slight blush creeping up his cheeks when he noticed how beautiful she looked. "It's so good to see you," he smiled as he gently gave her a kiss on her cheek, "you look extremely lovely."

His words were enough to make break her frown but not change her mind as she smiled to him in return. "Thank you. I am sorry for my delay."

King Merenkahre waved his hand in the air, dismissing her apology with a good enough smile as Neferet made her way to the empty chair next to Ahkmenrah. When they both sat down, Ahkmenrah gently placed his hand upon hers sending a warmth through her body as he looked at her with a smile, making her give him a smile in return.

A moment of silence passed between them until King Merenkahre slammed his hand on the table, scaring his wife, Ahkmenrah, and Neferet. "Where in Ra's name is Kahmunrah?" he grumbled. The food was all ready and warm for them and his son had the gall to be late to it all. Turning to a servant, he ordered him to find Kahmunrah and bring him to the table.

Maybe we can start without him Ahkmenrah wanted to say but he knew that his father would have scolded him for it. To his parents, dinnertime was an important time that they could all be together. It wasn't then until Ahkmenrah heard the footsteps of this brother and the servant come to the room. Kahmunrah stood by the doorway as the servant bowed to King Merekahre and scurried out of the room.

"Sit," his father simply said as Kahmunrah walked around the table towards the empty seat next to his mother. When he walked by the table, Neferet's eyes looked up and followed him until he was in his seat.

"Sorry for my delay," Kahmunrah nodded his head to each and every one of them to the table as he spoke.

King Merenkahre frowned at his son's words as one of the servants served them goblets with wine. The older pharaoh clutched his goblet but didn't lift it to his lips as he looked at his son. "You do this every time Kahmunrah."

"My dear," Queen Shepseheret looked at her husband, not wanting to have a feud at the table, especially when they had a guest at the table. King Merenkahre tuned his eyes to her but that wasn't enough to change his mind to scold his older son.

Kahmunrah only offered a shrug to his father. "There was something I had to take care of."

"I expect you to be here when dinner is served," King Merenkahre said to him.

He older son looked from his father as his eyes moved over to Neferet. "And...you don't expect her to be at the table on time?" he rose a brow.

Neferet felt her heart jump when his eyes were directed towards her. He had put her in a position where she felt she had done something wrong as her hand gently clenched onto Ahkmenrah as he clenched back in return.

"Leave her alone," Ahkmenrah suddenly said to his brother.

"Oh?" Kahmunrah rose a brow and chuckled, "jumping in your wife's defense? How cute."

"Enough of this!" King Merenkahre suddenly jumped in before his son's went into a brawl. "My dear," he looked at Neferet, "I apologize about this." He then looked over to Kahmunrah, his eyes hard on him.

Kahmunrah knew what he wanted to say and there was indeed no way that he could disobey him now, that would just make matters worse and Kahmunrah wanted to avoid that...for now. "My apologies," he gave Neferet a light nod of his head and looked at her with what seemed a gentle smile. She did not know whether it was a game or if he was serious about it.

Queen Shepseheret let out a sigh, her heart racing quickly. Grabbing her goblet, she sipped some of the wine and swallowed as the liquid burned down her throat and enough to calm her down and make her feel at ease. Neferet did the same with her own goblet, feeling a bit on the edge as the servants suddenly came and served the various amount of dishes that they had prepared.

As the servants filed out, the family ate in silence not really knowing what to say to each other. Neferet wanted to speak up to ask how everyone's day had been but the tension in the room was what was stopping her from asking.

The only one that seemed at ease with everything was Kahmunrah. He was eating his food as if nothing had happened and avoiding eye contact with everyone. Neferet did not realize that she was staring at him until his eyes lifted up and looked at her. He hid his smile behind the goblet that he held at hand and lifted it to his lips, taking a sip of the wine. "Yes?" he suddenly asked her.

"Nothing," Neferet quickly looked down at her plate.

Kahmunrah would have loved to have teased her on but his thoughts were suddenly broken when he heard his father beginning to cough. He whipped his head to the right and noticed his father trying to catch his breath but it come into a coughing fit.

"F-Father!" Ahkmenrah got up from his chair and ran over to his father's side putting his hand on his back.

King Merenkahre's hand made contact with the goblet as it flipped from the table and the wine spilled across the floor over to a servant's feet as they quickly made their way to their beloved pharaoh. "Help!" the queen's voice was in a shriek as she looked at her husband, "somebody help!"

"I'll go get the swnw," Kahmunrah offered as he ran out of the room.

Neferet was at a loss. Tears made their way to her eyes as she looked on towards her future father-in-law. His arms were going through muscle spasms and there was foam coming out of his mouth. She turned her head away at that and saw Kahmunrah returning with the swnw who immediately knelt down down by the king. Ahkmenrah's arms hung around his mother's neck as he looked on, tears smeared all over his face and hoped that his father was going to be better.

Though the look from the swnw's eyes scared him. "He is dead," and before Ahkmenrah knew it, his mother let out a shriek and collapsed to the floor.