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Memphis, Ancient Egypt 1991 B.C.: Before the arranged marriage

She might betray you his brother's words continued to play into his Ahkmenrah's mind. He let out a small scoff followed by a smile at his older brother's attitude towards his own betrothal to the nomarch's daughter. No words of encouragement, no 'I congratulate you,' nor 'I hope the best for you in the years to come.' He ran his hands over his face and through his eyes when he felt tears beginning to sting them. Ahkmenrah knew very well that he shouldn't let his brother's jealousy influence upon him but he felt at fault. Sometimes he wished that he wasn't even born into this family just so that his brother wouldn't envy him so much. It was that source of human nature that Ahkmenrah believed made them drift apart. He leaned his back against a wall and went into deep thought. The thought of becoming a pharaoh in the later future frightened him. It wasn't because he was naïve for he had the knowledge of the political conflicts that happened in his country. It was the thought of making the right choice and making his people happy. What if he made the right decision and they were not happy? What was he to do then?

"Well, well, well, who do we have here?" a voice suddenly broke him from his thoughts. Quickly turning his head to the left he noticed a young girl walking towards him. He smiled when he noticed that it was none other than his childhood friend.

"It's good to see you Zhara," Ahkmenrah smiled when she approached him. She had light tanned skin, big brown eyes lined with kohl, dark hair and, if he was to add this, Ahkmenrah believed that she was one of the most beautiful girls in the whole kingdom. She was two years younger than him and he found it sort of strange how she came to be from a female servant that served his mother who had fallen in love with one of the generals in the army that protected not only the royal family but also Egypt.

Zhara gave him a smile, "so word has been going around the palace that your bride-to-be will be arriving."

"The rumor is true," Ahkmenrah told her.

"And how do you feel?" she asked him.

He swallowed and looked at her in the eyes, "truth or lie?" he asked with a mischievous smile, making Zhara give him a light smack on the arm. He chuckled and said, "in all honesty Zhara, I am a little bit scared. I don't even know this woman at all. I don't know how she looks likes, how she acts. I would rather just marry someone that I know."

Zhara crossed her arms over her chest and nodded her head to him. "Me too," she agreed and leaned against the wall, "but what can you do right now? I am sure that once she gets to know you, she will love you."

Ahkmenrah let out a small laughter, "are you saying that just to make me feel better?"

"Yes," Zhara quickly answered and chuckled, "but she ought to be fortunate to be married to you," she said and he turned his head to look at her. "You are a wonderful person Ahkmenrah and I know that you are going to become a wonderful pharaoh in the future." She paused for a moment and gave him a mischievous smile, "and if she doesn't treat you right, I will show her how kind I can be," she added in a whisper.

Ahkmenrah laughed when she said that, "of course, because you can easily pick up a khopesh and swing it around. You wouldn't even hurt a fly Zhara, what are you talking about?"

Zhara turned her head and looked at him and she noticed that their lips were a couple of inches away from being touched. She looked in his eyes and slightly bit her lip. It had been a while since they had a time alone with one another. Ever since Ahkmenrah was chosen to become a pharaoh, she had barely had the chance to spend some time with him and since this was their moment, she didn't want to waste it. "You'd be surprised," she said and pulled herself away from him.

So close Ahkmenrah thought before giving himself a mental kick for taking part towards an inappropriate activity. Why couldn't it have been her? Ahkmenrah thought and turned his head to look at her again. When he did that, Zhara gave him a confused look and pulled herself away from him.

"I-I'm sorry that I keep staring," he apologized but she only gave him a smile in return.

"That's alright, we have not had the chance to be together for a while now and you probably forgot how I look like," she smirked causing Ahkmenrah to mentally face palm. Then again, he did not want to kiss her just this one moment and then marry a different woman.

"But, if you wish to give me a kiss..." she looked at him and almost giggled when she saw the look of shock on his face, "you can give one to me right here," she tapped her cheek with her finger.

I would prefer your lips but it will have to do Ahkmenrah thought. "You are so cheeky," he commented before he leaned close and gave her a soft kiss on the cheek.

A cold shiver ran down Zhara's spine when he did that but she quickly recovered from the shiver. She pushed herself close to him as his lips lingered on her cheek.

"Well, well, well," a voice suddenly made both Ahkmenrah and Zhara jump in their place.

Zhara's jaw clenched when she saw Ahkmenrah's older brother staring at them with an amused look. He had never seemed to amuse her with his immoral behavior, his despicable attitude, his envious personality, and the way he spoke which she found it to be completely exasperating.

"I did not know that you sneaked away with the servant's daughter," Kahmunrah sneered as he looked at Zhara, "that is very below, even for you Ahkmenrah," he said to his brother which made him look at the ground.

"It's alright Ahkmenrah, don't listen to him," Zhara told him, "he's just jealous because he will never be the pharaoh you are. I am also a daughter to a soldier who serves your father for your information," she shot back at the oldest.

When she said that, Kahmunrah clenched his hand into a fist and tightened his jaw. "I advise you to watch that tongue of yours. It could get chopped off one day."

"Great," Zhara said, "and I advise you to learn how to sound your words properly because you just sound ridiculous." She said with a smirk and noticed a twitch in his right eye. "That's right, so why don't you just walk away and hide into your room like you always do."

Kahmunrah took a deep breath and tried to control his anger the best that he could. How he wished he could lash out at this peasant and show her to whom she was talking to. He turned his eyes and looked at Ahkmenrah, "tell your friend to watch her manners."

"Or what?" Zhara jumped in as if he was speaking with her, "you will throw me and my family out of here, you wish."

"Zhara," Ahkmenrah said and she could see in his eyes that he begged for her to stop talking but she couldn't, she loved to make Kahmunrah angry and see how he reacted to her.

Kahmunrah gave her a smirk, "why thank you for the idea for I can do that. I can take you, your mother, and your father away from this palace and leave your bodies to rot in the sands of Egypt."

"It's 'sands' not 'thandths,'" Zhara corrected his speech with irritation, "learn to speak for once. I bet if you were a pharaoh people would just laugh at you, the way you speak, and your stupidity."

Having had enough of her attitude, Kahmunrah raised the back of his hand to strike her but it was caught by Ahkmenrah. "Don't you dare brother," Ahkmenrah glared at his brother as his grip tightened on the other's wrist. "You do not dare strike one of our servants let alone one that belongs to a highly respected soldier."

Kahmunrah's hand that was still being held by Ahkmenrah formed into a fist as he forcefully pulled away from his brother's grip. It may have been a mere nerve but Kahmunrah despised being spoken to in such a manner and if Ahkmenrah wasn't present, he would have achieved in punishing her for her choice of words. "Out of my way," was all the said as he pushed past his brother and Zhara.

Ahkmenrah watched as his older brother walked away before turning his attention back to Zhara. She stood there with wide eyes as if she had just survived an unfortunate event that determined whether she lived or died. "Are you alright?" he asked, brining back her attention.

Zhara shook her head and looked at Ahkmenrah. "Yes," she nodded her head. She took a hold of her arm and rubbed it. "Thank you for...saving me."

"You shouldn't have spoken to him like that. You know how he is," Ahkmenrah told her.

"I know," Zhara nodded her head and took a deep breath. "I will see you later Ahkmenrah. There is something that I have to do for mother."

Whether that was truth or a lie, Ahkmenrah could see that she didn't want to be in the same room where Kahmunrah had been before.