Ramses sighs before he walks into his father's work room.

"Father?"

"I am busy, Ramses." Seti says, waving Ramses off.

"This is important. It's about the girl you want me to marry." Ramses says.

Hadarah is walking back from the garden nearby, but when she hears this, she stops and puts her ear to the door. She thinks Ramses is talking about her.

"What about her?" Seti asks, clearly still angry from what happened three nights ago.

"Well, you were right about Hadarah. I should not marry her."

Hadarah almost collapses.

'What is he talking about?'

'I thought he loved me...'

Unfortunately, Hadarah doesn't know that Ramses is doing this to trick his father into signing it.

"I knew you would come to reason and marry Istustaya. What made you open your eyes, son?" Seti says, smiling.

"Well, I can not marry a slave," Ramses begins. "She has no business in the royal line."

Hadarah begins to cry.

'Ramses, no...'

"You were right, father. Will you please sign these papers so that I can marry the other girl?"

With that, Hadarah runs away sobbing, right to Ramses' room. She never wants to see him again.


When she reaches his room, Hadarah collapses on Ramses' bed.

'I should have known better than to trust an Egyptian..." Hadarah says as she cries herself to sleep.

After about 10 minutes. Ramses comes in.

"Hadarah, I have good news!" Ramses says as he puts his hands around her waist.

She wriggles away from his touch.

"Do not touch me..." She says.

"What?"

"I should have known better than to trust you..." Hadarah says, beginning to sob again.

"Hadarah, what's wrong? Have you been crying?"

"Stop acting like you care about me! I know you do not care about me."

"I do not know what you are talking about,"

"I heard you talking to pharaoh!" She turns to face him quickly. "You said a slave has no business in the royal line, remember?"

"Let me explain-"

"No! You have already explained yourself enough."

"Hadarah please listen-"

"What? Just tell me so I can leave Egypt and never come back."

"I said those things to my father so we could get married!"

"How?" She spits.

"Moses helped me to think of this." Ramses says, having a seat on his bed. "I just had my father to sign this marriage certificate to the Hittite girl, but we are going to have a scribe replace her name with yours. That way, a priest can marry us, and it is almost as if father signed off on it."

Hadarah calms down.

"So...you did not mean all those things you said...and you still love me?"

"Yes." Ramses says, taking her hands in his.

"Ramses, this is dangerous! Pharaoh will kill you, Moses, and me!"

"It is worth it to be with you."

"When is the wedding?"

"The day after tomorrow, three hours before sun-up."

"I just hope Pharaoh will not find out." Hadarah says, resting her head on Ramses' chest.

'me too.' Ramses thinks.


So...this chapter was supposed to end horribly...Hadarah was originally going to run away or commit suicide and that would be the story's end. Sorry tragedy lovers! I just couldn't bring myself to do that :( This means the story isn't over yet! Comments and Pm'ed suggestions are alway appreciated. :D