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EgyptianAngel: Thank you so much for the review! I'm glad that you like Zhara, however, she should be a little careful especially with Kahmunrah. Hope you enjoy this chapter :D
Ancient Egypt 1991 B.C.
Neferet's mouth opened as she let out a yawn and stretched her arms over her. They had been traveling for hours and she was already feeling bored of such a long ride. She turned her head and looked at her cat that was curled next to her. Ever since the journey had started, her cat had been sleeping and Neferet wished she had the tendency to sleep as much as her cat did. She scratched her cat's head and noticed his ears flicker once her hand made contact with the light gray fur.
"Are you feeling alright?" her servant asked when she sensed a sort of distress.
"Bored," Neferet immediately answered.
"Aside from that," Kiya gave her a parental like look that Neferet had never seen her use before.
Neferet let out a sigh and peeked outside from the cart that they were being carried in. There was nothing but sands and sunlight but to Neferet's view, a sandstorm would have been a perfect highlight of this whole trip. "I am really..." she shook her head and gave Kiya a shrug, "dumbfounded. Why do I get the feeling that my father is just throwing me away?"
Kiya put down the linen cloth that was stitching and looked at Neferet. "You need to understand, he is not throwing you away. Your father is good man and an excellent king and he just wants the best for you. You, of all people, should know that and from what I told you back at the palace."
Neferet felt a sense of irritation making its way through her emotions. Her gritted her teeth and gave her servant a glare which, to her luck, she did not take a notice of. It wasn't the point that she did not understand what her father was doing. On the contrary, she knew he was doing it because he wanted the best for her and someone to take care of her due to his health but she didn't feel that her father's actions were a source of gratitude. "I do know that," Neferet told her, "but he doesn't know how I feel about the situation."
"The future pharaoh is going to love you," Kiya tried to push that thought into Neferet's mind that it made her want to scream.
She clenched her hands into fists and slowly put them on her lap, "you don't know that. I don't know that! I don't even know what his personality is like. The only person who knows about him is my father and he won't tell me a thing." Before they had left for their journey, Neferet felt this rush of confidence traveling through her when she told herself that she was able to do this. However, after thinking so much about the situation, she didn't know if she could do it anymore.
Kiya opened her mouth to say something but Neferet held out her hand before she could say anything. "It's fine Kiya," she said dismissively, "I have no voice in this situation whatsoever. No one cares, especially my father!"
If looks could kill, Kiya thought that she would have been dead by now. Neferet's pupils were in slits and she looked at her like a wildcat. She needed to be as relaxed as she possibly could throughout this journey and at this moment, she was anything but relaxed. She held her hands out in front of her and grabbed Neferet's hands. "You have to be relaxed. You will get those lines that form under your eyes when you become stressed."
Neferet broke free from her servant's touch and leaned back against her seat. "There you go again," she shook her head and gave her a small laugh, "caring about my marriage except for me." She shook her head and looked away from her, letting out another scoff.
She felt her cat fidgeting and then rolled on its side. The cat stretched and then jumped on Neferet's lap. As if the cat could sense her distress, he placed a soft paw on her cheek and looked at her with green striking eyes. Neferet looked down at her cat and gave him a smile. She held him up at eye's length and gave him a smile, "you're the only one that understands me Kha," she said before she gave her cat a kiss on the head.
Ahkmenrah had the nerve to run after Zhara after what his brother had almost achieved but something prevented him from going to her. He ran his hands through his face after that slight drama that took place between the two of them and his brother. How dare he? When that scene replayed in his mind, he grew angry. Even if his brother hadn't achieved in hitting Zhara, he wished he had the power to do something just as drastic to his brother but he couldn't. He had a conscience that told him it was not wise.
Go after her a voice spoke in his mind and as if a force pushed him, his feet lifted from the ground and he ran after his friend. He ran through the halls of the palace and looked in every room that he came in contact with but Zhara was nowhere to be seen. He turned around to go and search into any of the other room until he made contact with someone that was standing right behind him with a golden goblet in his hand. With a startled gasp, Ahkmenrah jumped a couple of inches away from his brother to whom he had just bumped into. "Would you please stop doing that?" Ahkmenrah told him.
"Doing what?" Kahmunrah shrugged his shoulders.
"For the love of Ra, sneaking and scaring the living daylights out of me," Ahkmenrah told him.
Kahmunrah gave him a smirk which in Ahkmenrah's view looked very menacing. "Why not baby brother?" he shrugged his shoulders again, "it is quite fun."
Act your age for once Ahkmenrah thought and mentally shook his head. He was almost twenty-seven for Ra's sake and he acted like he was twenty years younger. "I'm sure it is," the young prince agreed, hoping to avoid any sort of argument that was to happen between the two of them. He had the urge to yell at his brother for almost hurting Zhara but at the moment, he did not wish to open that sort of discussion.
"So might I ask why you are roaming about the palace?" his brother asked and began to walk around him in a circle, "surely you are not going after that peasant."
Ahkmenrah took a deep breath and tried to control the anger that was boiling in his blood. "She is not a peasant," he said but he noticed his voice beginning to shake, "and no," he lied, "I was just going to head to my room."
His brother slowly nodded his head but Kahmunrah knew that his brother was bluffing. Sure you were going to your room but I know what you are up to he thought but decided to let it pass. "Drink?" he asked as he held the golden goblet in front of his brother.
Ahkmenrah looked at it and said, "no thank you."
"Just red wine, you are going to need it. Especially when your future bride arrives," Kahmunrah told him.
"Why do you think I need to drink wine when she comes here? Everything will be fine," Ahkmenrah assured his brother, but mostly himself. The mention of her arrival made him so nervous he did not know what to do.
Kahmunrah gave his brother another smirk, "I should consider myself lucky not to be in your situation. A girl like her requires plenty of structure and...oh what's the word...ooh yes, discipline."
"You don't know her and neither do I," Ahkmenrah told him, "I believe she will be a wonderful future bride otherwise mother and father wouldn't have picked her for me."
Me, me, me, I, I,I! It always has to be about the precious, favorite, and perfect little Ahkmenrah. Why didn't they choose a queen for me? Aren't I worthy enough to have a queen?! his blood boiled when he thought of his parent's ignorance. They acted as if he did not exist anymore and that pained him.
"And what discipline?" Ahkmenrah's voice broke him from his thoughts, "she must have a mature upbringing."
"Say what you want dear brother but she is not a princess and given that she may want to be treated like one. Therefore, she just wants to take everything and have everything from you. Not only you, but from mother and father, and let's just say everything that this palace offers to her," his brother told him but Ahkmenrah ignored his brother's words. What he was going to do with her was his business and his plan on dealing with her was to treat her right.
"Thank you for your concern," Ahkmenrah told him, "but I can take care of her myself."
"Good luck then," Kahmunrah told him with a hint of sarcasm in his voice, "you are going to need a whole lot of luck to get you through this marriage."
"Again," Ahkmenrah told him with an exasperated tone of voice, "you don't know her and nor do I so it is not wise to judge." He felt like he was lecturing a three year old but then again, he needed to convince himself that everything was going to be fine. He did not understand why he felt so nervous. Surely if this woman was coming, that meant that she truly wanted to get married right?
Kahmunrah took a sip of the red wine in the goblet and looked ahead of him. "Oh look who's back," he said and she Ahkmenrah turned around he came face to face with Zhara.
"There you are," he said before Kahmunrah and Zhara went into another brawl with one another. He ran up her and grabbed her hands in his, "I have been looking all over for you, are you alright?"
"Just great," she assured him with a smile. When she looked up and saw Kahmunrah standing there looking at them, her smile faltered and she broke free from Ahkmenrah and scurried down the hall.
Kahmunrah scoffed at her reaction and took another sip of his wine. "You need to apologize to her," Ahkmenrah told him, "you really hurt her with your threats."
"I shall apologize the moment I want to apologize," his brother stubbornly answered him.
"Then in that case, stay away from her," Ahkmenrah said and with that, he turned his back on his brother and headed after Zhara.
That is...if he could find her.