CHAPTER 13 – Questions With No Answers
R.P.O.V
They took him to his old room, which was now fully cleaned, and how it was meant to be. I followed as the guards picked him up, and gently placed him in his bed.
When they were gone, I couldn't stop myself from climbing into the bed beside him, and I started to stroke his hair while I started to think about everything that Moses and I had been through – the first time we had met, became friends, closer then brothers, living together in the palace, my mother dying, running around the grounds, racing horses, falling in love and lust with him everyday, beating him, making love to him, watching him leave, and come back.
I sighed as I snuggled into him more, craving more contact. I heard a small sigh come from the sleeping Moses, and my heart started to race.
Had he missed me? Had he thought about me while he wasn't here? Why had he left without saying goodbye – to anyone? Would he leave again? Was he happy or unhappy?
I wanted to sleep, but my mind and my heart wouldn't let me. Questions without answers kept running around my head, and soon I was unable to be in bed.
I got up silently and started to pace around the room, always staying close to Moses and the bed, protecting him in his sleep.
My mind didn't give up, and soon, I was forced to leave him and the room, for fear of waking. My feet pounded on the floor as I walked into the garden when I had exclaimed Moses to be mine.
The scent of the flowers hit me, and I was forced to sit on the stone bench because they were so overpowering. I looked around, seeing only the tall sunflowers towering over me. I felt so powerless, so insignificant here, like I wasn't the Pharaoh.
And I liked it.
M.P.O.V
My eyes snapped open and I rolled onto my side as soon as the door closed behind whoever had been with me. I threw the blankets off and saw that I was fully clothed. I gave a sigh of relief before pulling the blankets back over me.
My eyes had just started to close in sleep with the door opened, and in padded a set of feet towards to the bed. I kept my eyes closed and waited, my breath trapped in my lungs.
I felt the covers being lifted, and the scent of sunflowers before I was pulled into the embrace of a warm body. My eyes popped open and I saw Ramses staring down at me, his haggard face tired and worried, but became happier when he saw me awake.
"Ramses, what are you doing? Last time I checked, this was MY room."
I watched as his face fell, and tears started to form in his beautiful eyes, with shock. Where had the proud Pharaoh gone?
"Alright Moses. I'll see you in the morning." I watched as his lean body moved away from me until it was out of the bed and starting to walk out the door before I called him back.
"Ramses! Just… Just answer me this. Why did you send people after me? You said you were going to let me go."
But instead of answering, I got the slam of a door. I sighed as I turned onto my back and looked at the ceiling. Ramses had seemed so lifeless, so dull. Where had his proudness gone?
With these questions in my head, I knew that I wasn't going to get any sleep. I even kind of missed Ramses beside me, holding me, keeping me warm.
But right now I need to be alone.