Directly after the funeral, Amun quietly followed his younger brothers into the throne room, where some of his guards had already brought the criminal out from the dungeons, two of the guards standing between him, one had each arm, holding him down, as he did try to run before they brought him up.

Neferure stood far out of the way but was still able to see everything that was happening. Imhotep went up to the man and grabbed him by the jaw. This wasn't going to be an easy process.

"You have one chance, one chance to tell the truth before I take you tongue from your mouth and feed it to the crocodiles in the Nile." Imhotep threatened.

Neferure put her hand over her mouth, she didn't want to imagine that.

Amun sighed, knowing that wasn't allowed. "Brother." He gave a warning, before seeing that the pharaoh had arrived.

The Pharaoh walked in and everyone bowed. Raising his hand, everyone returned to their positions. "I quite agree with Imhotep, tell or I will ensure he keeps that promise." The pharaoh spoke in a commanding tone.

Neferure had not been through torture training and her stomach was quickly becoming her enemy if that threat came into play.

That would just be giving the man what he wanted. If his tongue was taken, he wouldn't have to talk at all. He watched as everyone came in and paled a bit at seeing one of the advisors.

"Pharaoh, does he not need his tongue to profess the truth, take something more precious and perhaps a bit lower?" Neferure tried to whisper but she was sure everyone could hear her, including the prisoner who immediately tried to cross his legs.

The Pharaoh couldn't help but grin at his niece's comment. She knew how to scare the prisoner with just a sentence, though that sentence is one any man should fear. "Well you do have a point priestess." The Pharaoh said referring to Neferure's title not name. In truth he didn't want the prisoner to know her name.

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The prisoner shot a glare at the young priestess as some people couldn't hold in their laughter. One of those in which was the advisor that the prisoner looked so scared of earlier, and Amun noticed the same look on the prisoners face when he looked back at him, and noticed a string of looks going on between the two. Amun narrowed his eyes, highly suspicious. He got the pharaoh's attention and waited until he was addressed.

"Sir, if I may, can I ask why the prisoner seems to look so scared of your advisor, Mahu?" He had a hunch, and wasn't sure if anyone else was as observant as he was and saw the exchange.

Neferure too saw the look and was concerned.

"Mahu? I cannot say, perhaps he was a dismissed servant of his?" the pharaoh said unsure why that would happen.

Neferure watched Mahu and he looked like he was hiding something in his robes. She followed his eyes and they were aimed at Amun. Grabbing Amun's arm with as tight a grip as she could she pulled him and the Pharaoh closer to her.

"He's hiding something in his robe and watching the two of you." Neferure told them.

"Amun, get whatever he is hiding." the pharaoh ordered his head guard.

"I know." Amun murmured. "I've been watching him since he first came in." His voice was low. "There's something up." He couldn't help but inch his hand closer to the sword at his side.

He nodded at the Pharaoh's words and nodded to the two guards that were standing behind him, and those two gripped him before he could even think about moving. Amun, with his hand still on his sword, walked over to Mahu and opened his robes and got what the man was hiding. A dagger. "If I had to guess, I think he was planning on using this." He said, holding it up for all to see.

Mahu then began to chuckle for no reason. Everyone looked at him shocked, why was he suddenly laughing? Did he just lose his mind? He then took a knife that he had hidden in his sleeves and slashed at the guards holding him and pushed past Amun.

"All you royals are the same, think you are living gods! Ha! Look at the goddess of Justice, an orphan whose mother died by another hand and her father was a no one! You are all human and are able to die! Not even your guards can protect you!" Mahu said as he made a mad dash for the pharaoh.

Neferure however pushed her uncle out of the way and received a punch to her stomach, knocking the breath out of her body, but she held strong before her uncle. However teh adviser isn't done yet, he pulls out a knife from his robes.

"Death to the royals!" Mahu yelled again as he ran towards Neferure and the pharaoh.

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Amun had been knocked over, which was surprising, as Mahu was a small thing, but he quickly just back up to his feet and ran and getting his sword out and slashed at Mahu's Achilles tendons, bringing him to the ground, and then tackled him, before taking a dagger and stabbed it completely through his hand. "I dare you to try that again." He kneed him, where he couldn't get up before looking to his younger guard brothers and the other guards. "Thanks for the help." He muttered sarcastically.

"Neferure!" The pharaoh grabbed her trying to keep her held up as she tried to catch her breath.

How the heck could someone that scrawny be able to knock the wind out of her? She grabbed onto her uncle, trying to just calm her body and be able to breathe again.

"You'll all die! If not by my hand but by another. I only took breath this time! next will be life!" Mahu yelled at the top of his lungs.

"KILL HIM!" the pharaoh demanded as he held his niece. Neferure coughed hard as she held onto her uncle. What the hell had that man done to her?

Amun shrugged at the pharaoh's words and took his dagger and slit his throat. He hadn't technically really killed anyone like that before, but it was orders, and he had hurt her, so, he complied, and only got up when he felt the man stop breathing. He wasn't his problem anymore.

Seeing that Neferure pushed from her uncle and ran to a corner and became sick. she had never seen something like that and her stomach gave it to its natural reaction. The pharaoh went to the prisoner.

"That is you if you don't answer! No I will have you pulled apart, limb by limb, you can cry, yell and beg but none will hear you! Confess!' The pharaoh yelled at the prisoner.

The prisoner just stared at where Amun had just killed his 'employer' and didn't want that to happen to him. He didn't meet the pharaoh's eyes or the high priests whom was just in front of him. "Mahu hired me to kill Jabri. And was blackmailing me to kill you." His voice almost wasn't heard.

"He is now dead, you are still guilty of killing my head guard. Your employer assulted the priestess of Ma'at. She and the eldest son of the man you killed will determine how you died, for in my eyes and the eyes of the gods you are guilty. Any others like you will too suffer the same punishment." The pharaoh said and then turned to his advisers. "Take him to the pity, no honors shall be buried with his body nor will he be mummified." That was a cruel fate to any Egyptian.

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Amun on the other hand, went to check on Neferure. She felt Amun behind her and grabbed onto him. She hid her eyes because she couldn't look away from the man whose throat he had just slit open. She didn't fear Amun, but the blood had a different affect on her stomach.

Amun carefully wrapped one arm around her. "Are you okay?" He asked gently. He watched as Mahu's body was dragged away.

"I've never seen so much blood." Neferure cried as she grasped him tighter.

Amun grimaced a little, since he was the one who had killed him. "Sorry about that."

"I know you were following orders but I never thought there was so much evil in the world, I didn't know that man yet he knew so much about me. All because my blood is royal, how many others are willing to kill me because of mu blood." Neferure asked as she looked to Amun with tears in her eyes.

Amun didn't have an answer for that. "I honestly don't know." He murmured, as cleared the tears with his thumbs.