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Bastet
10 weeks
"He needs help, Ramses." I told him. "We need her." I was referring to the woman standing in front of me.
Zahra was my age, but a very accomplished healer. She specialized in healing of the mind, which Horus needed a lot of.
"You're right. She'll need to move in tomorrow." Ramses agreed.
"What?" I whispered to him. "Why does she need to stay here?"
I was proud to say I was not a jealous person, but it made me uneasy with Zahra standing right here, and Ramses talking about moving her in. I wouldn't be as concerned if she wasn't absolutely gorgeous. She had silky black hair that fell to her waist, brown almond shaped eyes, strong bone structure, and skin the color of the sand. Then, anyone could tell she had a toned body, and worse, she knew all of this. Self-esteem and beauty equaled a disaster.
"If it'll be an issue, I don't need to." She said defensively.
"It won't be one." Ramses said, a small smile on his face. I narrowed my eyes at him. That was the smile I had fallen for.
"Good. Then I'll return to my quarters and get my things. I might be able to come later tonight." She winked at Ramses, and I stared, in disbelief.
"The sooner the better." He replied as she walked away, hips swaying. I glared at him.
"What?" he asked innocently.
"You know exactly what. You try anything, and Horus might not get better." He rolled his eyes at me.
"Your moods are already changing." He mumbled, and I hit him.
"Watch it."
Nefertiti
"My Queen, your plan is set in motion." Amun said to me. "Zahra has moved in. She's been there for three weeks is what our correspondent in Memphis tells us."
"Good. You may leave."
"My Queen, might I ask what this is for?" he asked.
"Well, if you must, I am getting Bastet away from Ramses. Zahra will push her off the edge, then she can do the job you failed."
"I still apologize for my mistake, Your Majesty. It won't happen again."
"I know." I could see the scars on his face and knew. It wouldn't.
Bastet
"Do you mind if I talk to you for a moment?" I asked Zahra, standing at the doorway one night.
"Actually, I'm very tired."
"It'll only take a second. I'm giving you a warning. He's mine. Don't think I've missed the hints you give him."
"What hints?" she asked innocently.
"You know what I mean. You're here to heal Horus, nothing else. Good night." I walked out the door.
"You have no idea what's coming." I heard her laugh from her room. I cringed and walked back to my room. Ramses was already dressed for bed, and once I got in bed, he put his arms around my waist and kissed my neck.
"Ramses, I don't want to while I'm pregnant. It's invading her home." I said, pushing him off. He was silent.
"You're already showing." He said, foreboding.
"That is strange, isn't it?" I instinctively put my hand on my belly, which had a slight curve. "But what's wrong with that?" I turned over to face him, and he was asleep. I sat up to kiss his cheek, and followed his lead.
By the end of the week, I knew she was working her magic. He was entranced by her personality, the way she was so kind to Horus with her 'it's okay, let it out's and 'could you start doing this for me?'. I was losing him, and I could tell. They were whispering to each other, and winking at each other, and whenever I'd question them, they'd deny it.
"Why don't you go get some fresh air?" Ramses asked me one day. "Nefert will come with you. Go ahead and go shopping." He gave me a pouch of gold, which made me even more suspicious; who gives out gold just like that?
"Okay." I replied skeptically, and let Nefert take me. On the ride there, I talked to her about the predicament.
"I'm worried, Nefert. Your brother never acts like this, and Zahra's beautiful inside and out to him. I'm afraid maybe he wants to stir things up." She waved her hand.
"User? He's never like that."
"That's what worries me."
"It shouldn't. As long as nothing happens, there's nothing to worry about."
"I still don't know. This is starting to be more difficult than I bargained for. When he said he wanted to marry me, I thought he was serious. Now, I'm not so sure." I choked back a dry sob and Nefert patted my shoulder.
"Everything will work out. This—what do you call it?—shopping spree will cheer you up." I nodded, laughing.
But as soon as we got back, things got worse.
"What the hell?" I asked to no one in particular, perhaps to myself, perhaps to the two lumps intertwining. On my bed.
Zahra popped up. She smirked at me.
"Get. Out." I said through clenched teeth, and both got up, clutching clothes to their unmentionable parts. Zahra sauntered out, and Ramses tried to follow. I stopped him. "Not you. User Ramses, what are you doing?" I screamed at him.
"It's customary for a man to get more concubines when his only one is pregnant."
"I'm pregnant, not dead!" he shrugged. "We talked about this before. I said specifically, I'm gonna be the only one." I said, hurt.
"Things change. I'm restless Bastet, I need more from you." He whined.
"A relationship does not consist of only physical needs!"
"You know what? I'm tired of you telling me what to do in my own estate! You can gladly leave." I gasped.
"I'm giving you your successor! What do you expect? Ramses, I love you so much, but I'm not going to do this."
"Fine. But you'll be back. If you love me so much, you will. Things are going to change around here, whether you like it or not."
I lost it.
I slapped him and turned on my heel to get my horse ready. I snapped my fingers wildly and one of the maids showed up.
"Prepare my things. I'm going to Hattusa."
Horus
As soon as I heard those words, I knew the small bit of sanity I had obtained would take a wild turn.
"What? Khekeret-nisut Bastet, you're pregnant." I said to her, as if she needed to be reminded. Her back was to me, and I could see her heave a huge sigh. She turned around slowly, and a newly fallen tear was rolling down her cheek. She looked beyond angry.
"I'm going to the Egyptian Embassy at Hattusa. Come with me." Another tear ran down as she asked this favor of me.
"Khekeret-nisut Bastet, I don't think I can—."
"Please!" she pleaded, half sobbing. I looked at her, and realized, that whatever had happened, she needed me, and I missed the feeling. I sighed, trying not to think about her.
"You're going to need a caravan, not just a horse."
"Fine. I'll get one." She briskly turned back around, like nothing had ever happened. "Could you please get the map of the caravan trail?"
Bastet
"Who do you think you are? You don't have the authorization to take my servant!" Ramses shouted, standing in front of me. I charged past him.
"Watch me. He's going to help me, whether you like it or not." He reached to touch me, and I whipped around.
"Don't touch me with those filthy hands you used with her! Don't." his hands fell back to his sides, and I continued walking out to the stables to get my horse.
"Hello, Sahara." I greeted the horse, named for her sand-like color. "We're going on a trip."
She neighed and brushed her nose against my hand affectionately.
I led her out on reins, and mounted her.
"Where are you going?" Ramses asked, shouting.
"None of your business." The caravan was packed and ready to go. "Horus, hurry!"
"Bastet! You're not going anywhere with my child!"
"You gave up calling her your child when you decided to lay with Zahra! She's my child. Horus!" I saw him with his horse, finally. I slapped one of the oxen on the hind leg to get it moving the caravan, and Sahara followed seconds after, going into the never-ending desert.
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