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215 Years Back.

Royal Garden.

"Argh!" Seth roared as he wiped off the smear of blood on his brow. Sparring with the other princes always put him in a bad mood, so he spent the rest of the day fuming and trying to let off his anger. The garden was the only place he could find solace from all the bedlam.

He gazed around, then hid behind a tree as he saw his father, the Pharoah talking to a strange man behind the huge cedar tree that grew in the garden.

Seth's brows furrowed in confusion. All royal matters had always been discussed in the royal court but since his beloved mother Nefertiti got ill with a strange disease, things had gone into chaos and everyone had started to act disorderly.

The other wives murmured about her in their chambers, linking his mother's sickness as punishment from the gods for all the evil his father had done.

He was only nineteen, and his mother had been his only guide and support which was why he felt worthless the weaker his mother got.

She suffered each