"Not all of us can do great things. But we can do small things with great love." ― Mother Teresa
"Stupid people fighting for stupid reasons and spilling their stupid blood on the stupid for so I have to clean it with this stupid soap." Cena complained as she sat on her knees, scrubbing at the ground furiously to get the now dried blood off of it. A fight broke out between two soldiers, though no one knew what it was about, and it resulted in someone's nose getting broken and blood getting onto the floor. Cena wasn't called to clean it up until after it had dried, which made the task of getting it off of the expensive floors even harder.
Normally, the brunette wouldn't have gotten so angered by a simple task like this, but her mind was elsewhere. Ever since their encounter in the study, she and Ahkmenrah had distanced themselves from one another. They didn't want to risk another encounter with Kahmunrah. She couldn't lie to herself and say that the past three months with very little contact with him had been easy. It definitely hadn't. She did her basic duties, which didn't require any talking with him; making his bed, drawing his bath, setting out his clothes, escorting him to meals, and walking with him around the town when he needed to. Sure, there had been times when he asked her to do something for her, but it wasn't anything like their encounter in the study.
Cena couldn't lie to herself. She missed that. She missed his laughter, his dimples when he smiled, that innocent yet mischevious look in his eyes, and most of all, she missed the feeling of his touch. The most that she got was those meaningful looks that they shared across the room. Once in a while, she would catch him staring at her, or vice versa. Most times, one of them would look away bashfully, continuing to do what they had originally set out to do. But sometimes neither one of them could look away. Sometimes their gazes stayed locked, blue-green meeting dark brown, the passion in both of their eyes impossible to deny. It seemed that distance really did make the heart grow fonder.
She wasn't in love, no, it was too early for something like that. But she knew that she was falling for Ahkmenrah, falling so fast that it scared her. She wasn't sure how she managed to allow herself to do that. She was supposed to completely and utterly despise each and every solitary one of them, but somehow Ahkmenrah had managed to get past the walls that she had built up. Maybe it was that stupid boyish smile of his, or maybe it was the warmth in his eyes.
All she knew was that she was falling, and she didn't necessarily want to get back up.
If there was one trait that Ahkmenrah was proudest of, it was his passion. Whenever he was passionate about something, it showed clearly in what he did. He got into a certain zone, getting whatever he wanted to get done finished, and doing it to the very best of his abilities and more. His father often commented on this, praising him and telling him that he would be a great Pharaoh. "You have all of the makings of a great Pharaoh," He had told his son. "But it's up to you to utilize them to the best of your abilities."
At the moment, Ahkmenrah was passionate about only one thing. Rather, one person; Cena. He distanced himself from her after that study encounter with Kahmunrah, and she soon followed suit. They only interacted when it was absolutely necessary. Any other time, they didn't speak. He assumed that it would get rid of the feelings that he had for her that were growing more and more each passing day. It had the opposite effect, actually. When he was away from her, he wanted to be near her. He wanted to learn all about her, about where she came from and what her family was like. Most of all, he wanted to know if she felt the same way that he did.
He saw the looks that she would give him. He would have to be an idiot not to notice it. He gave her the same looks, and he was now aware of it. The passion and the overwhelming attraction were obvious.
At this point, he didn't care anymore. He had to have her. He had to know more about her, he yearned to touch her and to hear her voice and see the twinkle in her eyes when she smiled or smirked at him.
Ahkmenrah found her in his room, setting up the pillows on his bed. When the door closed behind him her head snapped up, her eyes widening in surprise as he approached her. "Did you need something?" She questioned, raising a single brow at him. When he didn't respond and continued advancing on her, she frowned. "Ahkmenrah, what are you-"
"I long for what I know must feel like heaven." He replied, cutting her off. He grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her into him, looking down at the brunette, who was in absolute shock. "Even if it's just a taste." With those words, he pressed his lips to hers.
"Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind." ― William Shakespeare