A/N: Welcome Back Lovley Readers! It's been so long since I've posted a chapter and I'll be honest I've had this typed out long ago but I've been too busy or too lazy to post...Sorry T_T. Anyway, my new plot for this story is staring to brew so I hope you love all the drama! Enjoy!
The young prince walked down the palace halls with a bunch of pink carnations in his hands. He made his way to the small chamber where Mahaad's mother was sipping some hot tea.
He knocked on the door softly, "May I come in?"
Meena smiled, "Hello there young prince! Yes of course, please do take a seat."
The prince took a seat and handed the flowers to the frail lady, "Take these as a thanks."
"My, my, these are very beautiful your radiance, thank you!"
The prince shook his head, "I should be thanking you-"
"What brings you here prince?" Mahaad asked from the doorway.
"Hello Mahaad! I came to visit your mother I heard she fell ill," The prince said smiling brightly.
"Why the sudden interest?" Mahaad asked bitterly.
The prince's smile fell. Clearly something here wasn't right, "Mahaad I've always been concerned. You know I consider you as one of my closest friends."
Mahaad looked away, "I don't really know anything; anymore," he mumbled under his breath.
Seto walked aimlessly through the garden lost in his thoughts, "There is no possible explanation for the prince to poison Mahaad's mother, unless someone forced him to, but who? Who in this place could possibly want to kill a scribe?"
"Well excuse you!" A voice shrilled snapping Seto from his thoughts.
"Mana please do look where are going, honestly!"
"For your information rod wielder, it was you who wasn't looking! So you owe me an apology, I'm waiting!"
Seto rolled his eyes at the young apprentice who crossed her arms and had a look of impatience. The priest opened his mouth to retort but something else come out instead, "Mana, surely you know what the prince has been up to lately?"
Mana shifted uncomfortably, "That is not for me to tell," she mumbled quickly scurried away.
Seto watched her disappear into the corridors.
I'll have to keep an eye on her.
"See it for yourselves!" The prince exclaimed showing the older boys a golden goblet carved majestically.
"I don't think it's real," one of the boys whined. He was easily the tallest and the most intimidating of the group his dark bangs casting a shadow over his face.
"Now, now Haadi we mustn't speak like that to our young prince I am sure that what he has brought is very much real." The handsome leader smiled brightly. His bright hazel eyes, smooth chocolate hair and perfect teeth were the envy of every boy in the place including the prince himself.
"It is real Zyed! I truly doubt that a fake even exists," the prince tried to convince.
Zyed gently pried the goblet from the prince's hands admiring its beauty in the sunlight. "Not to worry my prince, I'll see to that," he smirked darkly.
The prince gulped.
There's no way out of this mess is there?
"Mahaad you need to rest, tomorrow the trade council is having a meeting to purpose having new trade laws with the Greeks, an important minister from Greece will be coming so you must be present," Isis explained to the ring wielder.
"Tell the Pharaoh I will not be present," Mahaad said emotionlessly.
Isis began pouring a cup of water, "There's no such option Mahaad, it's a very important meeting and it's an honor that you have been invited."
"It does not matter, there will be many more to come, I need to be here," Mahaad said still dreadfully calm.
"No, you have to let her be Mahaad. She will be fine, if you stop looking at her like that. If you sit here like a duck then she will feel like she's holding you back. Your mother wants to see you prosper, don't make her feel like it's her fault you don't." Isis said sternly now forcing the water into Mahaad's hands.
The ring wielder slammed the cup out of priestess's hand which smashed against the strong palace walls and shattered into a thousand pieces. Mahaad had finally lost it, "Enough of this Isis! I will do as I please! I can very well take care of myself and my mother!"
"I wasn't saying that you couldn't, I just-"
"Who are to tell me what I should and should not do?" Mahaad said now seething.
"Someone who actually cares!" Isis yelled back, "But you're right, I'm just wasting my time." The priestess paused for a reply but Mahaad merely stood there his fist clenched at the sides, "But who cares right?" Isis said giving Mahaad spiteful smile.
"I hope I'm not interrupting anything," Laila asked softly from the entrance.
Isis smiled sweetly to the new maiden, "Oh no, you aren't interrupting anything!" she whipped around and glared at Mahaad, "Nothing." And with that she left the room as graceful as ever.
Mahaad dropped down back into his seat and covered his face with his hands; regret immediately flushing over him.
"Mahaad don't be so upset," Laila said sitting beside the priest "I'm sure that whatever has happened is one big misunderstanding."
Mahaad sighed, "I know, to be honest I really have been overacting. But I feel as though all of Egypt is against me."
Laila placed her hands on Mahaad's trembling one, "Remember, even if all of Egypt is against you I will always be with you."
Mahaad smiled, "I know."
And Laila couldn't help giving herself her own little smile.
The prince was pacing back and forth in Mana's chamber, "What do we do Mana? Zyed took the goblet I do not think he will return it."
The magician in training sat on her bed swinging her legs back and forth, "You have to tell him that you need it back before the Pharaoh notices that it is gone."
The prince took a seat beside his friend, "Baba is quite busy at the moment he won't notice for a while besides," he said with a wave of his hand, "I placed that fake that you made when I took the real one."
"Great so before things get worse you have to get the goblet back from Zyed-"
"What am I to do, steal it back? I don't even know where he put it!"
"Well you can't just sit here and do nothing!"
"This is Zyed we are talking about; the perfect boy who has practically everyone eating out of hands-"
"Including you?"
The prince went silent at Mana's comment.
"Mana," he said softly, "It's easier said than done. Please try to understand."
Mana simply rolled her eyes, "Some prince," she mumbled under her breath.
"What do you want me to do? Tell Zyed that I need the goblet back because I am afraid of what my father will do if he finds out that I took the goblet and replaced with a fake?"
"You did WHAT?" The rod wielder exclaimed, stunned at the door.
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