CHAPTER 16 – We Need To Talk

R.P.O.V

The next morning, I got up early and left my sleeping Moses in bed. This time I had a reason.

I had to talk to my father.
What will he say about this? I wondered as I walked down the hallways, towards the Throne Room where he was doubtless waiting for me.

I sighed quickly before pushing the heavy double-doors open, and upon seeing my father seated at the table, I walked over, and took the seat in front of him.

"Father. There's something that I need to talk to you about."

I watched as he gently sat his pen down and looked at me. I looked into his old, wise eyes before breaking the eye contact and looking at the table. I may have been the Pharaoh, but this was my father.

"If this is about you and Moses, and about you and Moses staying and ruling the world together, I will not object. You are the Pharaoh now." He sighed. "It is up to you what choices you make. Neither I or your mother, may Ra bless her soul, want to make you unhappy by controlling you."

I looked at my father with awe, and happiness before suspicion hit me. "How exactly do you know about Moses and I? This is a very recent development."

His father chuckled, making the wrinkles about his eyes and his cheeks smile and wink at him. "Oh, Ramses. Oh my son. I have known since the night you waited outside his bedroom. And of course, how you acted when he was gone."

I laughed with my father before he got up and started to walk towards the doors before he spook again. "I know that your mother would be proud."

I had no time to reply as he shut the door, leaving my with my tears.

M.P.O.V

I woke with a soft groan before rolling over. And that's when I felt his side of the bed was cold.

Why? Why did he leave me again alone in bed? Had I done something wrong, or something to offend him? I sighed as I stretched out. I would not leave this bed, this room, until Ramses came back and told me himself that he didn't want me.

I rolled onto my back and looked at the ceiling before pulling the sheets back up to cover me.

Now would be the best time to get some sleep before he comes back. So before I knew what I was doing, my eyes had closed and I was drifting out of consciousness.

When I woke, it was no longer morning, but night time, and Ramses was still nowhere to be seen. And I knew that he had not been back because everything was still in the same way he and I had left it.

I sighed and rubbed my eyes before sitting up, allowing the sheet to fall around my waist.

Where in the name of Ra is Ramses?
I couldn't stop the beating of my heart, and I had a feeling that something was wrong, or something was going to go wrong every soon.

I shivered before I once again lay down in the bed with the covers up to my chin, but this time, I was looking at the door, waiting for the moment that someone walked in.

But the whole time, I could think about nothing but my beloved Ramses, and how I wanted nothing more then to spend more time with him, talking and otherwise. It chilled me to the bone when the feeling of doom once again entered my stomach.

So a couple of hours later when Ramses walked into the room, looking as if nothing had happened, I couldn't help the anger that rose in me.

"Where in Ra's name have you been? I have been worried sick about you!"

But Ramses didn't answer me – he simply looked at me, and then his eyes dropped to the sheet tangled around my waist before working their way back up to my lips, and finally stopping at my eyes.

"Ramses?"

R.P.O.V

"Where in Ra's name have you been? I have been worried sick about you!"

But I didn't answer him – I simply looked at him, and then my eyes dropped to the sheet tangled around his waist before working their way back up to my lips, and finally stopping at his eyes.

"Ramses?"

I couldn't help but notice that Moses sounded nervous, all his anger gone, with just a look from me. I wanted to stare into his eyes forever, but I had news and plans for him.

Plans that involved no talking and the bed, his lips and hands tangling with mine, as I once again made him mine.