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The Breaking Point
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I can't even remember how long it's been since I became Prince Osiris. A month? Two months? The days have been blurring together.
I'm climbing the stairs to my room. I just left the open conference early, meaning that it's almost eleven o'clock as I climb the steps rather than midnight.
The woman had said, "Is there any way you could have someone follow him to see if he's being unfaithful?" What am I, a detective? Still, something about that was making me nervous.
Ugh, stop worrying, Michael. I'm just stressed, that's it. Getting beat half to death by Mudeenu each morning, my ever-growing list from Theb-sarr, and then I need to get my body hair plucked every three weeks... Yeah, that's all this is.
...Nope, I'm still a nervous wreck.
Just down this hallway, and I'll be at my door. I need to talk to Isis, that's it. I've been putting off talking to her for... how long has it been now? She's still as much a stranger to me as when we married. What kind of guy does that to his wife? ...Well, my father, but that's sort of the point, you don't do that.
I make it to mY door. It's slightly open. I stop, close my eyes, and take a deep breath. Actually, Isis is probably asleep. I shouldn't wake her, this should just wait until tomorrow. I shake my head. No, that's the kind of thinking that caused it all. I'll just have to apologize for waking-
I hear a moan from my room.
I open my eyes. That sounded like...
I quietly draw close to my bedroom door and peek through the gap. There's Isis, lying on her back, naked. Her mouth is hanging open, her fingers are digging into the sheets, and her legs are spread open. Her body moves, like some unseen force is pressing into her hips, and she moans loudly again.
My heart feels frozen again. What... What am I looking at?
Isis cries out, and she wraps her legs around... well, nothing. No, not nothing. Her legs are wrapped around the waist of one of the palace servants. "F-faster," Isis says through gritted teeth, and the bed starts to shake. Isis moans louder and grabs her invisible lover by the shoulders, pulling him closer. I see her breasts press against an unseen chest.
I pull myself away from the door and turn around. That was... I can't believe I just saw that! How long has this been happening? How could she?
...Or is it my fault? I know I wasn't very good at talking with her. Why didn't she say anything? If she felt I was neglecting her... It was probably the same issue I had, maybe she didn't know how to talk to me about it. But still, cheating? I don't... I just don't...
I storm down the stairs. I'm going to sleep in the kitchen tonight.
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It's the next day. I'm limping slightly as I enter my bedroom. There's Isis. She's looking at my list of things to do today. I reach over her shoulder and snatch them out of her hands.
"Oh! Michael!" Isis turns around in the chair. "I... I need to tell you something."
I walk to the other side of the room and look at my list. "Save it," I mutter. Hm, the dew farms? Maybe I'll have time to see Sett. Ah, nope, he'll be off by then.
Isis blinks. "I really want to tell-"
"I'm busy," I say through gritted teeth.
Isis frowns and wrings her hands.
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Two weeks? Three? I can't remember.
"Michael, please," Isis says.
I pinch the bridge of my nose. "Not now."
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Half a solan has passed. Isis's stomach is larger. So, she's pregnant, huh? Goodie, maybe she can tell the father. Won't he be pleased as punch.
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It's been ten months since I became Prince Osiris, almost two solans. Almost a year.
My body aches. My soul aches. Every morning I head for the barracks to be beaten up by Mudeenu. Every afternoon I deal with the problems of the Human population. Every night I drop off immediately to sleep upon hitting the mattress.
Isis's child is due any day now, I'm certain of it. I try not to think of it. I can't bear the thought.
I'm heading up the stairs. My chest is covered in bandages. Mudeenu really got me bad today. Oh well, time to attend my princely duties.
I enter my room. Isis isn't here. Good, I won't be distracted. I head for my desk.
There's only one paper there. In large, capital letters are the words, "TALK TO ISIS! NOW!"
...What?
I pick up the paper. That's definitely Theb-sarr's handwriting. I throw the paper. It slows down moments after it leaves my hand and floats to the ground.
Fine. I'm going to talk to Isis. King's orders, after all. Now where the hell is she?
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Up next: The Way the Sky Shatters
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