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Ancient Egypt 1991 B.C.

"Your Highness," a soft voice brushed against her ear. Her dark skin prickled when a hand gently grabbed her arms. With a small gasp, she opened her eyes and turned to her side to see who it was. At first she expected it to be one of her servants waking her up but to her surprise, the voice that had gently brushed against her ear and the hand that had touched her belonged to a man.

As quick as lightning, she grabbed the linen sheets that she slept with and ran to the opposite side of the room, away from this mysterious man. She couldn't see his any of his facial features, only that it was hidden within the shadows of her room. However, he sensed her distress from the dilation of her pupils and the quickening of her breath. "Oh, looks like I have scared the little kitten," he said and straightened himself to his feet and slowly approached her.

Neferet gave him a glare when he stated that remark. Little kitten? Neferet took a deep breath and squeezed the linen sheets into her grasp. "Who are you and what are you doing here?" she demanded to know.

However, there was no response coming from this mysterious figure. Though she did notice the khopesh that he held in his grip and before she knew it, he raised up the khopesh and bought it down upon her.

"Neferet."

Neferet jolted awake and with wide eyes, she looked at the person that had woken her from her slumber. Right beside her was her servant looking as bewildered as she was.

"I am sorry Neferet," the servant knelt to her knees as if Neferet was going to beat her for it, "but your father sent me to wake you," she lifted her head from the ground and looked at Neferet. "He insists that you get ready for your journey."

Neferet rubbed her eyes with her hands to wear off the extra sleep that threatened to put her back to bed. She swung her feet to the side of her bed until her naked feet made contact with the cold floor. "Are you aware of how long the journey is?" she asked the servant, but only got a head shake in return.

"I'm sorry but no," the servant said, "but your father wanted me to wake you before dawn. It could be a bit of a journey but not too long hopefully. It is just over in Memphis where your future husband is."

It's not even dawn yet? Neferet closed her eyes and ran a hand through her dark coarse hair. She hated being woken up before sunrise and that fact that she had to travel for who knows how long did not make it any better for her.. "Don't," she heard her own voice echo throughout the room, "call him my future husband." She noticed her servant slowly raising her eyes and looking at her with a frightened look. Neferet did not take pride in yelling at her servants but this was something that no one deserved to say to her.

"I-" the servant was about to apologize but was interrupted to Neferet's sudden outburst.

"How would you feel if you did not have the privilege to voice your own opinion on marriage towards your father?" she asked the servant as if she had an answer to her question.

The servant slowly shook her head and Neferet could see that she had frightened the woman. Quickly collecting her feelings and thoughts, Neferet held out her hand in front of her servant and helped her to her feet. "My apologies for hissing at you like that," she apologized to the servant, "but you have no idea how hard this is for me."

Her servant grabbed both of Neferet's hands and squeezed them. "No I do," she told her. This time, Neferet looked at her questioningly. Sensing her confusion, the servant gave her a meek smile and continued. "A long time ago, when I was young, my parents arranged a marriage for me," her eyes made their way down to Neferet's hands and that she had gripped onto, "however, I ran away from home. I wanted to avoid this arranged marriage. My parents never found me. I was alone, starving, almost close to death. If it wasn't for your mother and father to take me in, I would probably be dead."

Neferet looked down to the ground and said, "I am so sorry Kiya. I had no idea it."

Her servant, Kiya, smiled placed the tips of her fingers under Neferet's chin and looked at her in the eyes. "It was not your fault dear. What I am trying to say is, your parents are careful about the choices that they make and they want the best for everyone. I see how your father treats me and the others servants and I deeply appreciate him for his hospitality. He also wants the best for you as well."

"But," Neferet slowly shook her head to Kiya, "if he wants the best for me, then he should have asked me about being married. I mean," she stopped and swallowed before continuing, "my future husband is eighteen and I am twenty. Do you know how funny that seems in the eyes of others."

Kiya couldn't help but chuckle, much to Neferet's dismay. "You will be the queen. People will be too busy looking up to you than to judge you. What I can tell is that as long as you pray to Goddess Bast she will assist you in being the proper wife to your husband and he is going to love you dearly."

I hope you are right Neferet thought.

"Also, what I do know is that your father made this decision because he knows it's right for you. He knows that this young prince will be perfect for you and in the later years to come," Kiya said and gave Neferet a comforting smile, which made her smile back in return. "Come now," Kiya said and took Neferet by the hand, "let's get you washed up and refreshed."

Neferet obliged to her servant's request and followed after her. She felt her pet cat rubbing against her naked legs as the princess was escorted to the bathing room. She placed her feet upon the cool water and allowed her servant to wash her as she relaxed into the welcoming waves of the water. As she relaxed, she thought back about the dream that she had been woken form a while ago.

Who was that man that had appeared in her dreams? Truth be told, she couldn't even remember how he looked like anymore but she remembered was by the way that he teased her and how he stood, showed that he had potential and dominance. If this was a sign from the Gods, revealing who her husband was, then she didn't know what to think...and why would he attack her with that weapon?

"You are all set Neferet," Kiya said and wrapped Neferet in a linen towel. "Now," she said with a smile, "time to make you beautiful for your future husband." She led Neferet to the steps of the bathing room and applied essential oils to her body to make them smooth and appealing to the touch. After the oil soaked into her skin, Kiya then placed a white kalasiris onto Neferet that hugged around her body.

"One more thing," Kiya said as she reached to the ground and held onto a linen cloth. She opened the linen cloth and it revealed a golden headdress with a golden cobra sticking out. She took the headdress in her hands and gently placed it upon Neferet's head. "Now you are ready."

"What about the make up?" Neferet asked her.

"You will be traveling for awhile. I will be traveling with you and when we arrive in Memphis, I will take care of you and the make up. Now you better hurry, you're father has been expecting you," Kiya said.

Neferet got to her feet, picked up her cat, and walked out of the bathing room. As she walked through the halls of her father's pyramid, she felt herself getting more nervous to go to the palace in Memphis. What if he did not accept her? What if he took one look at her and then just tossed her out? Would she wind up as a servant, like Kiya.

She closed her eyes and held her cat tightly against her chest, sending another silent prayer to her Goddess.

"Rrowr," the cat softly mewed and squirmed out of her arms. The cat softly landed to the ground on its four paws and turned to look at the princess, who continued to quietly pray to the Goddess. Then, she opened her eyes and looked deeply into the cat's striking green eyes.

"I can do this," Neferet whispered to the cat as she picked it up and gave it a kiss on the head, "I am going to show him who I am and he is going to love me."

On that note, she walked down the halls until she came in contact with her father.

A/N: Location changed to Memphis per MrsFindlay's recommendation. Thank you!