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Pharaoh's Undying Love

Chapter 3  Nebet (2) - Sweetest Night

Word Count: 1389    |    Released on: 02/05/2024

st the hushed whispers of the secret meeting. Her head dipped forwa

ched with intimidating stoicism, relaxed into a tender expression. It was hard to believe this was the same man reve

tled her onto his lap. He knew the stiff, formal chair would leave its mark on her slender

reverence. It was a stark contrast to the harsh, often deadly consequences for those w

ger, unknown and unassuming, she had dared to challenge the Pharaoh's authority. Yet, something about her fiery

solace in her company. Their initial scholarly debates morphed into late-night disc

glances across the vast throne room, shared laughter during tense negotiations

ce the shift in the Pharaoh's demeanor. His eyes, usually cold and assessing, held a warmth when t

gaze snapped towards him, the warmth in his eyes replaced by a chilling glint. "Is the

Your Majesty," he stammered, "but the council has con

zier. Her sharp mind, honed by years of academic pursuit, often saw the solutions he missed. Her unw

h the other officials. Despite the Pharaoh's newfound gentleness

his gaze to Freya's sleeping form. Her brow was furrowed, a testament

he Sun God, permanently etched onto her skin after a series of events that remained shrouded in mystery. Eac

walls. The midnight sky, ablaze with a million stars, mirrored the eternal love he felt for her. Yet, it was a love lace

carried, the secrets they held close, and

his voice husky with unspoken emotions. He enveloped her in a warm embrace

. He loved her, of that he had no doubt. But the path before them was fraught wit

eya's impassioned arguments, had been unanimous – they would enact the ancient ritual. Ye

en chamber, they discovered it required a conduit – a vessel strong enough to ch

idate. But Akhenrah, ever burdened by his duty as Pharaoh, couldn't stomach the thought of putting her

about who's more suited, Akhenrah," she argued,

have a kingdom to lead, a people who depend on you. I

ithin him, the desperate desire to shield her from harm. He loved her. He loved her fierce intelligence, her unwa

We both know it's me," she said softly. "The mark, the knowledge – everything points towar

texts, searching for an alternative – a way to spare her. But the answer remain

ear. Akhenrah found Freya in the palace gardens, gazing up at the star-dusted

y. He wanted to express his love, his fear,

nrah," she echoed, her voice laced with a bitters

n her features, highlighting the golden mark on her forehead. He traced the ma

arted, his voice thick with emo

despite the glistening tears in her eyes.

ir. He inhaled the familiar scent of jasmine that clung to her, a de

t her ear, his voice hoarse with

"Don't make me promise the

sacrificing her, of losing her forever, was an unbearable weight on his heart. He pulled back, his gaze meeting h

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