CPOV

"Who's this guy anyways?" I exclaimed.

"What do you mean, Cammie?" asked Liz.

"Well obviously our master is wealthy, right? But just how wealthy and important is he?"

"Has no one told you who it is that owns you now?" she asked with widened eyes.

"Of course she doesn't! They always just assume you know who they are." Bex replied. "You now belong to the pharaoh and the royal family."

My eyes widened to the size of silver platters.

ZPOV

As we waited for the new servant to arrive my friends were betting on whether or not she was going to be hot, and if so how hot. My friends were weird like that. Well at least Grant and Nick were; Jonas was the shy, quiet type. I started laughing along with them and my father shot us a silencing glare. If I ever thought any of them were hot she would probably be sold, or even killed for treason or something. My father on the other hand, was a different story. I'm pretty positive the baby his main slave just gave birth to is his. I wouldn't be surprised if there was more either. My father was a bit of a ladies' man.

"Nebtawi!"

"Yes father?" I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. My name is Zachary, dad. Why can't you just call me that?

"The boat is arriving. Behave yourself." He said with a stern look.

I rolled my eyes. It's like he thinks I'm still a young child who doesn't know how to act properly in public.

I straightened as the boat came to a halt in front of us. Out came the guards, along with a few of my personal female slaves: Shêshafi, Sheriti, and Kepi. Behind them came the new girl. As she proceeded closer I couldn't help but stare. Damn! This girl has a body!

She had perfect curves and no scars. Her previous owner either treated her well or she was brand new to the slave life.

"Yes, very nice," said the pharaoh. He eyed her in way that made my blood boil. Why? I had no idea. I just knew that it had never bothered me before.

CPOV

I hated the way the pharaoh was looking at me. He made me feel very uncomfortable in my new uniform. As I approached the group of men I knew I would have quite a bit of trouble getting them away from me.

One of the younger men walked slowly toward me, the most annoying smirk I'd ever seen I graced his face. I could tell this one was cocky as hell. He walked a circle around me.

"Hmmmm…." He looked to the pharaoh. "I think she'll make an excellent chambermaid for me. What do you thing, father?" The pharaoh nodded his approval. This man must be the prince. He didn't look much older than I.

"She's all yours my son. Although, I may have to borrow her once or twice to clean my chambers as well." I grimaced at his crude comment. "In fact, her name can be one you chose," said the pharaoh.

The prince looked back to me. He grabbed my chin and lifted it to look up at him. He seemed to ponder for a moment. "I think the name Nafretiti would suit her well," he said with a smirk before he let go of me. That means 'I arrive with beauty' for those who don't know Egyptian as I do.

"Very appropriate, Nebtawi." Lord of the world, Interesting.

I sighed inwardly. This was going to suck.