The Pharaoh's Servant
Chapter 4.
Isis' Pov
I smiled at my Pharaoh as he came into the kitchen. I was at the stove, finishing the strawberry pancakes I'd made. The brass pitcher holding the maple syrup I'd made stood at the counter. My Pharaoh smiled back at me, wrapping his arm around my waist. I blushed faintly, happily. "It smells delicious, Isis." I smiled "Thank you." We sat down and he talked to me and I him, each wanting to know more about the other.
A.N. Sorry it was so short. I'm kinda outta ideas at the moment for this story. ^.^