Pharaoh's Undying Devotion

very stones of the pyramid. His voice, a deep rumble that resonated through

wouldn't hesitate. Wealth and power held no sway if it meant keeping her by his side. Here, in their private audience chamber, Akhenrah sat upon his g

raoh's gaze intensified, not with a sorcerer's enchantmen

l state, where he was putty in her hands, was a daily battle. With a gentle hand, she stroked his raven hair,

after defying the every gods to bring you back, how could I bear to let you out

is face in her hand. "But you can't be so dependent on me." Her golden eyes, usually alluring, held a steely gl

as quickly replaced by a placating smile. "Forgive my wea

y, her voice laced with a truth that wasn't entirely genuine. "But there's a world

his was the crux of their struggle. Freya craved a partner, a ki

like to hear about the rebellion brewing in the eastern provinc

ed in Akhenrah's eyes. "Reb

and discontent. She embellished the threat, painting a picture of chaos

declared, his earlier despondency re

lips. "But before we can address it, there are matter

r of his old regal demeanor returning. "Of

piled high on his desk were addressed, ambassadors awaiting an audience were granted one. Slowly, Akhenrah bega

ues, Freya dismissed the last petitioner. Akhenrah, his bro

ocus. "That's enough work for one day. I

a hint of the old Akhenrah, the Pharaoh who understood the need for duty as well as love. A satisfied smile played on Freya's lip

d an unshakeable belief: a weak Pharaoh meant a vulnerable kingdom, and

under the watchful gaze of the moon. Laughter and stolen kisses would pepper their interactions, a carefully crafted illusion of p

held secrets, shadows that clung to her like a shroud. It was those secrets, a past she co

features. A messenger, breathless and harried, burst into the chamber, disrupting their carefully

and threaten to execute him at dawn. Akhenrah's face hardened, his earlier weariness replaced by a

for argument. "We leave for the eastern province at sunrise. Thi

Now, she faced a critical choice: maintain her carefully constructed illusion and watch him march towards