"Of Princes And Slaves"
Part 13
by Osiris Brackhaus & Beryll

 

- Ardeth Bey (Oded Fehr) -

Fear and sweetest anticipation were wrestling in me, mind against body, mind against heart. I could not see Nekhem's eyes in the dark but from the quickening of his heartbeat felt against my own chest I knew he would understand.

Memories of him taking me before made me crave that sensation of his cock filling me, touching me in ways so intimate I would never share them with anybody else. But those same memories made me try to flinch away in shame. It was not pain I feared, it was the specter of despair making me cringe.

His fingers ghosting over my skin brought back the feeling of those same fingers caressing my skin while I had been tied to his bed, nearly senseless with the drugs his healer had given me. It called to my instincts to push him away, to flee this touch, but I forced those feeling down like one would swallow a bitter healing draught.

If ever there was to be true love and trust between us, I had to overcome this senseless fear. And overcome it I would, battling it into submission like I would fight a foe in war. I wanted him, wanted him so much it made me shake with need, my body craving his attention.

Other memories arose. This time of that night in his bed in Theben. When I had allowed him to use me. Then I had nearly been swept away by the sensations he created in my body. Now I wanted nothing more than to lose myself in these same feelings, to let go, release the grip I had on my own passion.

As if he sensed my struggle, his hand stilled, uncertain. He snuggled closer to me, his hand resting on my stomach. "Please, you don't have to..." he again whispered, but I did not let him finish, drawing him closer, kissing him almost violently, taking control of him.

"Yes, I have to." I answered breathlessly, when I let him go again, gasping with renewed desire. "I need you. Love me. Help me..."

For a moment he did not move as if considering my plea. "Turn on your side." he then told me, his own voice shaky with passion and just a tiny bit unsure. I obeyed, wondering what he was up to now, fighting down any hint of panic. He snuggled up behind me and I felt his hot manhood press against me, making me shudder.

But this time he managed to ignore my tense shoulders, his arm draped across my hip, his hand softly caressing my own cock till the heat again pooling in my groin made me relax, made me concentrate on the my manhood instead of his.

I whimpered in disappointment when he withdrew his hand and instead let his hot fingers, wet with my own pre-cum trail across my backside, parting me, seeking for that small entrance he wanted to use.

His lips whispered kisses and small bites on my shoulders, at the same time caressing and placing tiny spot of pain where he touched small wounds that his fingernails had created earlier this night. So I was more than preoccupied when he suddenly pushed one of his wet fingers inside me.

My body reacted on instinct alone that moment, completely overruling any foolish fear, arching back into his touch, begging for more I growled in pleasure. For a moment he paused, unsure of my reaction but when my growl turned into a whimper of need he started moving his finger inside of me, caressing my inside, filling me with that strange yet welcome sensation.

All the dark ghosts of memory were starting to clamor in my mind but strangely enough it was now rather easy to listen to the pleasure he was creating instead of them.

Soon I felt his breath getting short as well and his teeth grazed my shoulders and back, when he pushed another finger into me, carefully opening me for more of him.

My own cock was hard with renewed desire and my fingers wandered down to stroke myself almost of their own accord.

His fingers slide in and out of me easily now and he pressed his hot manhood against me in need.

"Take me..." I pleaded with him again. "Please, princeling..."

His own passion was too high to keep control any longer and he quickly withdrew his fingers, leaving me empty and aching for him. Then I felt the bluntness of his cock press against me and one last time the memories screamed for attention. Then they were drowned in the sensation of him opening me with his cock, my hole stretching to accommodate him, to allow him entrance into my body.

Somehow I had expected him to take it slowly, to treat me like a fragile girl - which I would have despised - but instead he pushed into me in one endless gliding motion, burying the whole length of his cock in me in a single thrust.

Then his body lay pressed against mine, his cock pulsing deep inside me and I knew I loved him madly. Would love him forever and would do anything he asked of me if he just did that again.

A shiver ran through him and me, making both of us gasp when his cock brushed against that spot inside of me that made me see sparks and my muscles clenched around him in return.

For several breaths we lay like that, joined in body and soul, unwilling to part even an inch. But finally desire overrode his wish for closeness and he withdrew slowly, pressing back inside me just as languidly.

Both his arms wrapped around me tightly, holding me close against him, allowing him to set a pace that suited him. And I melted into his embrace, enjoying the feeling of being so completely possessed. Enjoying being controlled by him.

He did not hurry at all. His strokes into me remained just as slow and even as the movement of his hand on my manhood, driving me nearly insane with combined sensations of being filled and of my cock throbbing in need.

At first I tried to remain quite but the longer he made love to me the more I needed to express my love and passion until I was moaning and whimpering constantly, begging him to take me faster, harder - anything to increase the pleasure to the point where I would come.

He did, slowly picking up speed till he was pumping into me hard, brushing that sweet spot inside with every of his forceful thrust, his hand still wrapped around me cock, stroking me in time with his thrusts.

I was so close to coming that I only knew he was getting there, when his moves grew jerky suddenly and then he buried his teeth in my shoulder in the same moment he plunged his cock one last time deep into me, his cum filling me with liquid heat, making me howl out my own pleasure as I came with him.

--

Coming back to my senses felt like coming down after flying close to the sun. I still felt blinded, hot, dazzled.

He was still pressed against me, still so close I could barely distinguish where my body ended and his began. Only when he moved still closer, seeking yet more contact, nuzzling my neck, did I realize that he was still inside me, still hard. And it still felt so good, so incredibly right.

Experimentally I pushed back against him and he answered with a groan of pleasure, his tongue snaking out to caress my exposed neck. Slowly, gently I began to move on his cock, enjoying his small whimpers of desire immensely. But even more enjoying the feeling of him sliding in and out of me, his passage now eased with the cum he had filled me with.

Soon his hand came back to my cock as well and - impossibly - I felt myself harden a fourth time this night, again loosing myself in him, faintly wondering if I would ever rise again...

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- Prince Nekhem (Orli) -

It was a long night, and I can hardly remember having slept more than a few hours.
At least, when the first sounds of the awakening tribe around us trickled into our tent, I felt dizzy, exhausted, happy and sore at places so unusual it made me blush just thinking about them.

Much to my dismay, though, I was too much used to rising early in the morning as that I could have stayed in bed any longer. Carefully, I sneaked out of Ardeth's arms, smiling at his unintelligible sounds.

"Shhh, love, rest some more. You've definitely earned it."

Again, he mumbled something I could not make out into his pillow, turned around twice and tried to catch some more sleep. A little light was now falling through the seams of the tent-flap, and I could see his skin glisten where the thin blanket didn't cover him. It covered little enough, anyway, making me caress his body with my eyes only. But no more, I swore to myself, at least not until tonight.
Putting on the heavy clothes of the desert-people, I grinned at the memories of last night. What had happened that we got engaged in such a frenzied state? It had been nice enough, though, and I had a share of bruises and funny sores to remind me during the day.

By Bastet, if I could make a potion out of last night, I would be a rich man. Even richer than the Pharaoh himself.

Snickering softly, I gathered our clothes in a weak attempt at cleaning up the mess we had made of the tent during the night.
What good would riches do me here in the desert? Horses were what passed as a currency among the people here, and water was more precious than gold.
Maybe they could pay my potion in horses, then.

I rummaged on for a while until I decided that this was far too little light to get anything done in here. Sure, Ardeth would want some sleep, but he could have that once I was done with my share. Opening the tent-flap wide, I took in a deep breath of the fresh air, surprised how bad air could actually become in a tent out in the desert.
Now light wafted into the shadowy tent's inside, and soon I was finished with what little I had left to clean.

Again, I got stuck with my eyes on Ardeth, lying on his stomach, the muscles on his shoulders prominent in the light. Just as prominent as the impressive array of bite-marks and scratches that laced his back.

That couldn't have been me, I thought in objecting shock, but I knew there was little chance for someone else criss-crossing my lover's skin with lines of four parrallel scratches each. Shame welled up in me, together with a blush as I realized just HOW passionate I had been last night. And how often.

And there definitely was no way to explain those almost circular lines of tiny wounds in Ardeth's shoulders. They already looked as if they would match my tiny teeth just perfectly.

"All the gods....", I whispered, hiding my face behind my hands, unsure if to cry or laugh. How could I have done this?

Well, actually I remembered how I had done in quite flamboyant detail, but still. First I swear that I will try to protect him from all harm, next thing is that I rip him to bloody shreds.

But if he loves me, I thought with more than just a bit of forced optimism, he'll wear his wounds with pride. I just don't want to trade places with him when his mates find out...

With a guilty grin, I took the healing salve out of the chest where I had stored it, kneeling down next to my somewhat mutilated lover. The scratches didn't worry me so much as the bite-marks, deep as they were, and without a regular bath, they would easily fester if left untended. And I would have bet my proud warrior was convinced such negligible scraps would heal on their own.

Softly, taking great care not to hurt him more than I had already done, I started to apply some of the ointment on each of the small wounds, still grinning in a moronic mixture of both guilt and amusement.

"What are you doing there?", he finally mumbled, raising his head halfway out of his pillow, his curls sticking to his face.

"Just taking care of your back. You've caught a few scratches there."

He just grumbled but didn't move. Swiftly, I finished my task, feeling a bit better about what I had done to him once I knew his back was properly taken care of, then I kissed him good-bye and slipped into the soft boots he had given me the last evening.

"Your friends will be asking for you," I said softly when I was about to leave the tent, "What am I to tell them?"

Ardeth made some unintelligible noises, waving his hand in the general direction of the flap. 'Later,' was all I could make out of his words before he collapsed again on the bed. He definitely was not in the mood to go out hunting today.
And the tribe would not starve because of one missing warrior, so I silently closed the tent again, smiling snugly, feeling very accomplished in a way.

For being such a bad fighter myself, I truly had brought down a mighty warrior.

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- Ardeth Bey (Oded Fehr) -

Wakefulness returned only slowly and very reluctantly to my body. My mind was swimming in a warm hazy sea of content happiness and the tiredness clinging to my limbs made it the harder to rouse myself from the depth of slumber.

Only when the sounds of my surroundings drifted into my waking consciousness did I make an actual effort to turn my senses outward to the real world. The bright light of midday sun was seeking entrance into the tent and the camp around me was as busy and alive as was to be expected at this time of day. I had slept longer into the day than ever before in my life.

With a lazy yawn I dug out from under the pillow and blankets covering me and sat up. There was pain in almost any thinkable place of my body and some quite unthinkable ones and it brought a smile to my face. These were wounds I'd wear with pleasure. And I looked forward to more 'battles' like the one which had lasted through the night.

Had we really been at it for as long as I thought? The first rays of the rising sun had greeted the world, when we had finally snuggled up in exhaustion.

No, not we, frowning slightly I noticed that Nekhem was gone from our bedroll and I faintly recalled him talking to me, before he went. I had just been to sleepy to listen. But it was rather unlikely I had missed something important. All that really needed to be cleared up between the two of us had been 'discussed' this night.

A shiver ran down my spine when I recalled some of the sensations coursing through my body this night. Jumping head first into passion like that had been a rewarding experience indeed. I raked my fingers through tangled hair and wondered if Nekhem knew what kind of hold he had on me. Not only was my heart in his keeping, it seemed that my body had decided to join my heart and only obey my princeling from now on. Even thinking of him made my heartbeat quicken and heat gather in my groin.

But it went no further than that. Thankfully my cock had reached his limit and was staying limb and dormant. We had been everything but quiet this night and I didn't want to think on the looks I would have earned, had I gone and collected my 'slave' back to my tent right now after that performance.

Chuckling softly I put on some clothes to face the comments of my friends. And to find some food.

I could hear the voices of the women from the day tent and the occasional sound of Nekhem's voice as well. It brought a smile to my face just to hear him and I was about to walk over to at least steal a kiss when my father appeared next to me - seemingly out of nowhere. On his face was an odd mixture of disapproval and amusement.

"Well, son," he said trying hard to suppress a rather dirty grin, "it seems you have found your match."

I smiled back at him, feeling content. Honor demanded that I defend my 'manliness' now but that would really have been rather ridiculous considering what the whole tribe must have heard this night. "Seems so." I agreed and the grin of my father even widened.

He patted my shoulder, I winced and he laughed.

"You should move your sore bones down to the meadow." he said. "Tebeth is having her foal and I'm sure you want to be there when the young one takes it's first steps."

I nodded, feeling even more happiness flood my heart. Sending a silent plea to the spirits to tell my proud Marek that I would care for his foal well, I hurried down to the meadow, my aching body and hunger all but forgotten.

My brother was there already, as well as Ahkim, Tebeth' owner and the tribe's healer, talking softly to the mare, comforting her in her pain. She was a proud creature, her coat shiny and the color of the red sands found deep in the desert, she tossed her head in anger at the discomfort of foaling.

Ahkim and my brother greeted me with broad grins. "Well, look who is back among the living." Ahkim commented and my brother laughed. "We thought the wildcat had eaten you."

"It was a near thing but I escaped alive." I answered smiling as well. "Though it will be some time till I'm my old self again."

That earned me a loud laugh from both of them. Denial would have brought more mocking down on my head, but like this I managed to get away with only a few remarks, while we helped the healer coaxing Tebeth into staying still so he could help her.

She was a strong one and it was not her first foal so she submitted quickly, knowing that it would be over sooner, if she allowed the humans to help. Still she was eyeing us with a healthy dose of condescending arrogance.

Finally her foal was born and she promptly ignored us, to lick it clean and nudge it into standing on his own feet. There was a bit of disappointment in my brother's face, when it became clear that she had born a mare, but I was not surprised and silently thanked Marek for this last gift.

"You still want her?" Ahkim asked surprised, when I carefully walked closer to Tebeth and her foal.

I just waved him silent and managed to catch Tebeth eye. "May I talk to your little one?" I asked her softly, stretching my hand out for her to sniff again. She stared me down with barely suppressed hostility but made no move to prevent me from getting closer to the foal.

I got on one knee before her and gently caressed the little nose and it pressed against me, great brown eyes filled with wonder at the newness of life. She was a beauty, coat as black as the night with a faint glint of red where the sun struck her, her limbs straight, her head formed perfectly. And her ears pricked up in utter fascination with the sounds of the world making itself known to her.

My heart melted for her and I had to fight down the urge to hug her against me. "You are a wonder, my beauty," I whispered to her, continuing stroking her head, "we have barely met and already I love you."

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- Prince Nekhem (Orli) -

When I came to the day-tent, for the first time since I lived among my lover's people, all conversation ceased. A dozen dark eyes turned towards me, the women sitting there just like a bunch of bronze statues.

I tried to read their faces, but apart from a curious combination of amusement and reproach, I couldn't really figure out their point. Once again, it was golden-eyed Rheza who spoke up first.

"Well, it is about time you arrived," she said rather sternly, all acting the guardian of good manners once more. "There's much work to be done. Come here, sit down next to me, and learn."

With a nod and a grateful smile, I acknowledged her friendly command and walked over. Sitting down, I pushed up the wide sleeves of my garb to have my arms unrestrained while sewing. But like a striking snake, Ardeth's sister suddenly grabbed at my arm, turning up my wrist, exposing the circle of bruises I had already all but forgotten.

"HAS HE HURT YOU...?", she hissed coldly, her eyes blazing with a fire that would have been able to put fear to the heart of Sobekh himself. I could feel everyone else in the tent stare at me and hold their breaths.

Not wholly managing to fight down a blush, I tried to sound not so terribly snug as I replied:

"Well, no. At least, no more than I did hurt him."

The furious fire in Rheza's eyes flickered and left, instead she let go of my hand as if it scalded her. She actually looked insecure of what to do or say now, and looked around among the other women as if searching for assistance.

"Well," an elderly matron finally said, her needle never even once stopping to move fluidly. "Your brother was screaming loud enough last night to give him credence, after all."

"And often enough," an other woman added with a wry grin.

Now it was Rheza's and my turn to blush simultaneously.

I didn't remember we had been THAT loud last night. But apparently, our love-life had already been widely discussed here this morning.

"Here," Rheza finally said after a long awkward moment, heaping a bunch of dirty leather belts into my lap. "Those need mending."

"Oh please, Rheza," the elderly woman exclaimed mirthfully. "Try to stop acting so stuck up and hug the boy. Imagine him being your, well, brother-husband now."

Soft snicker arose in the tent at her awkward yet fitting expression, and my lover's sister stared at me with renewed scorn, though I knew she wasn't angry with me, just with the fact that I was so terribly not-what-she-had-expected-of-her-brother.

"But then," a younger girl asked nosily, "If we are to treat him as if married to Ardeth - shouldn't he have brought a dowry with him, then?"

The ensuing discussion was rather lively, and both Rheza and I were somewhat relieved to have the subject changed at least slightly. It was enough to share a look between the two of us to know she liked me, and it would just be a matter of time until she could accept the status I had now. But I would have to give her that time first.
Which reminded me to ask Ardeth about the meaning of this blasted marking I now bore in my face.

But then I found myself assailed with questions on why my father had not given me at least a decent number of horses as dowry if he didn't have to come over for negotiations in the first place.
When I answered that I had not come with the consent of my people, chaos seemed to explode around me. Suddenly, all were trying to speak at once, some mourning the loss of my dowry, others elaborating on the low quality of Egyptian horses, and the others all praising Ardeth for his outstanding bravado. It took me the better part of an hour to tell them that he had had to abduct me at first, only later convincing me of the worth of his suit. That little snippet gave them enough to talk about for almost the rest of the day.

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The sun was already setting when I struck another deal with Rheza that would get us something to eat in return of my apparently highly prized work. The whole day had been filled with subdued mirth, like in that one moment where a girl commented in complete innocence on my 'nimble fingers', only to turn red as the setting sun and fall apart in giggles, and the whole day-tent with her.

Apparently, our nightly endeavors had left quite an impression with the tribe.

So I took the small kettle Ardeth's sister handed me with the hint of a smile, and went off to our tent. How strange it was to think of this makeshift shelter as my home, but that was just how I felt about it.

Having to go back to Theben was nothing I really wanted to do now. Having made a clean cut had been painful, and not healed yet. But I know it would. I could grow accustomed to this tribe, I could learn to life here in happiness.
But also, I knew I had to return one last time. I just wished it would have been for nicer reasons than killing my brother.

Preparing our small fire, I sat in front of the tent's entrance, pondering how we could achieve this gruesome task the gods had put between me and my peace. Getting to Theben, even close to the palace would hardly pose any problem. There were guards in the city, of course, and some more on the major roads along Father Nile.
But they were looking for foreigners, not for a young Egyptian and his slave.

It was getting into the palace that would give us most of the trouble, all apart from the nice little complication of the accomplished swordsman my brother Hept-Seshet was. For the palace had been build with only two possible entrances, and they were heavily guarded. Even inside the palace there were, contrary to common belief, no secret passages or hidden paths we might have used to conceal our way through the place. My grandfather's architect had not been very inspired as long as it had not concerned tremendously huge halls, I thought with a wry grin.

We would not get anywhere without my cursed brother's spies knowing long before where we were. At least, not without any help.

My dear, faithful Senem-Nef came into my mind. Was he still alive? If he had sent the troops searching for me into the wrong direction, he might find himself charged with treason. And our legal system, as advanced as it might be in comparison, had very few alternatives in that case, almost all of them involving huge reptiles, teeth and being eaten alive.

If he still walked under the sun, though, he would be a priceless ally. His word had been held in high regard among the other guards, and he would know how to get us into the palace.

And there was another problem that made my stomach churn at the very thought.
My brother was of royal blood, vile and rotten as his heart might be, and the mortal champion of Horus himself. Killing him, even assaulting him was a crime not only in this world, punishable by death, but also considered a deadly sin, and would lead to whoever's pitiable soul was sent to the realms of the dead with this deed on his heart to be eaten by Sobekh, thus destroying the soul forever.

I knew there were people I could order to do so, and who would maybe even succeed. But this was a crime against the gods, killing one of their chosen, and the necessity of their deed wouldn't make them any less guilty. Not even in my eyes.
I might be able to ignore it, probably even saving the life of the one I had sent to do my duty - but I wouldn't want to live with having the gods scorn following me like the plague, nor with the guilt to having condemned another soul to annihilation.

Killing a mortal chosen of a god was a deed only an other of his kind could rectify, only another member of the royal family, and only if he had assembled the whole priesthood behind him first.
And it wasn't the thought of the priests that made me cringe with dread.

Frowning in consternation, I noticed that though night was obviously falling by now, my lover had not yet returned. With these thoughts running around in my head like caged lions, I was in no mood to sit here meekly and wait for him to show up.

So I set the kettle on the edge of the small fire I had lit, making sure it would rather go cold than burn, and then set out to find Ardeth.

A short conversation with one of his comrades I had seen him with the day ago told me that I should have a look a the patch of sand they euphemistically called 'the meadow', where the tribe kept it's horses close to the water.

His new horse had been born today, and probably he was still there, getting 'acquainted' with the foal.

Somewhat misinterpreting my annoyed expression, the warrior tried to explain to me in kindest words that a horse is a warrior's most prized possession, even more so than his wife.

"I'm not a woman," I hissed at the slightly surprised man, adding caustically: "I know something like this has never before happened in your tribe, so by all the ancestors, get used to it and stop insulting me."

He stared at me as if I suddenly had sprouted horns, and I smiled inwardly at his face.

"If not, I might choose not to sit in the day-tent tomorrow, instead come to your training ground and pick you as my teacher, just to show you what a hopeless case is. So watch your tongue!"

With a last, baleful look, I turned around with all royal fury I could muster, walking off to the 'meadow' in all dignity my billowing garb allowed.

Inside, my soul was at a turmoil. On the one hand, I was furious about Ardeth coming too late, about still not having had a proper idea how to get my brother killed without dying of fear in the process and that the tribe's men considered me more a funnily malformed woman than anything else. I hated to have lost my family, my title and all, and yet still feeling the responsibility for all the Realm on my shoulders.
And yet, on the other hand, more than anything else, I just wished I could rest my head against Ardeth's strong shoulder, close my eyes, feel his heavy arm around me, and forget about all this.
And this wish to escape all this for a few moments made my anger flare even higher. I was no coward, nor was I a weak-willed boy clinging to whoever was strong enough to protect him.

When I came to where I expected to find Ardeth, I was grinding my teeth in anger.

The sun had already sunk under the horizon, and the pale indigo of the sky eerily illuminated this scene off the central fireplace.
It took me a moment to find my lover, who was sitting motionless on a small cluster of rocks, chewing on a straw, having pulled up one of his knees to rest his hands and chin on. Close by, there were a mare and her new-born foal standing, Ardeth watching them in silent contentment.

His face was filled with joy, and he seemed to me the happiest man on earth, until he noticed me walking up to him. Then his smile widened, growing radiant and beautiful, and he held out one of his arms, gesturing me to come sit next to him for a while and watch as well. This was a man I could not be angry with, not even for a moment, not even if the whole world and the gods were against me. Like water washing dust of the skin, his love washed the frustration off my soul, making me sigh with relief as the weight left my heart.

So I snuggled into his arm, leaning against his chest, watching the grazing horses in front of us and the last patches of the colorful desert-sundown in the sky.
His arm was as heavy and comforting as I had hoped, and he smelled of himself, and dust, and horses, and meant more to me than all incense and ivory I could possibly ever have owned. He was the man I loved, and that was all I needed to know right now.

"I'm late for dinner," he asked softly, his deep voice making tingling shivers run down my body. "Is it that why you came?"

"Yes," I replied just as softly, not wanting to break the moment's serenity. "But I also just needed to be hugged."

Hugging me even tighter, my lover asked:

"But why? Has anyone hurt you?"

"I've been thinking about Theben," I replied with a sigh, and I could feel his body go tense with this awkward subject. I knew he loathed the city, loathed to have to leave his people again, loathed to have to put himself and me into danger. But there was no other way, and so we didn't argue. "There is a chance that we might get into the Palace unseen if I can find Senem-Nef."

"The huge Nubian who led your guard?"

"Yes, he knows the palace guards, and they will listen to him."

"And then?"

"We will have to make sure that the priesthood has agreed with our deed first. If not, there would be no way to get out of the city alive."

"So you want to leave Theben again?"

Sitting up with a frown, I looked at Ardeth, my lover's eyes dark pools of calm sorrow.

"Of course!", I exclaimed. "There is much that means something to me, but my life is with you, and you could never live apart from your tribe. My place is with you. I will follow you back here."

My lover smiled at my words, yet the smile never touched his lovely dark eyes.

"But Nekhem, just to get that straight - if we kill your brother, wouldn't that make you the future Pharaoh?"

He was right, of course. I just had avoided to think about it. Yet.
If we truly managed to kill my brother, that would spell Horus had withdrawn his blessings, choosing another favorite instead.
Me.
I would be trapped in the line of duty I had feared to enter so many years of my life, and all by my doing alone.

Rejecting the choice of the gods would be more than a sin, it was haughty and ungrateful.
And yet, the sadness in my lover's eyes told me that he would never be able to live with me in the city.

'Follow your heart's advice', Lady Meret had told me long ago, and I wondered if this was still a wise thing to do if my heart told me to tell the gods where they could stick their stinking plans.
My place was with my love even if this would anger the gods and kill my soul.
Without him, it wouldn't have been nice to go through eternity, anyway.

"My place is with you, love," I answered after a long silence. "And even the gods cant break apart what they have brought together now with such effort."

 

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