MasukMy hands trembled around the bloodstained knife while the man slowly rolled his injured shoulder.
Blood dripped steadily onto the sand. Yet… He was smiling at me, it was a cruel smile.
"You little wildcat..."
Though I couldn't understand his words, I understood his expression. He wasn't angry but he looked like he was
Silence settled over the High Priest's study so completely that I could hear the crackling of the nearby oil lamp.Every pair of eyes was fixed on the clay cup resting on the table.Inside it sat the thick, black liquid I had recognized immediately. Crude oil.Kharef frowned, his brows knitting together as he repeated my unfamiliar words."...Crude oil?" He asked.The room remained silent.Of course they didn't know what it was. Why would they?I suddenly realized just how impossible this situation was. How could I explain petroleum to people living more than three thousand years in the past? They had never studied chemistry or geology. To them, this strange substance was nothing more than something cursed by the gods.I took a slow breath, forcing myself to think.No complicated explanations but show them."I..." I searched for the Ancient Egyptian words I had learned over the past weeks. "...show."High Priest Anen gave a slow nod."You may."I walked toward a nearby wooden table an
Three days had passed since Meera's memorial ceremony.Life inside the Temple of Ra had gradually settled into a new rhythm. The halls were no longer filled with mournful silence, and the servants had returned to their daily duties. Even so, the absence of the gentle queen could still be felt everywhere I went.Since then, I have spent nearly every waking hour inside the Temple of Ra.Every morning, High Priest Anen patiently taught me Ancient Egyptian. My tongue still stumbled over certain words, but at least I could finally hold simple conversations without relying entirely on gestures. In return, I helped organize scrolls, assisted the temple healers, and shared whatever medical knowledge I could without revealing too much about where I came from.Today, I had finished reading the last two papyrus scrolls high priest Anen had lent me. If I was going to be trapped in ancient Egypt, then I had only one choice—I needed to learn their language first.Holding them carefully against my c
Three days had passed since the attack on the palace.Even now, I can still remember the screams, Meera's smile, Hana's final words, the smell of blood and the images that refused to leave me.Today, the Royal Hall of Remembrance was filled with people dressed in white, yet despite the peaceful colors surrounding me, the weight inside my chest only grew heavier.Rows of beautiful white lotus flowers surrounded memorial tablets engraved with the names of those who had died protecting the palace.Protecting me but no one here knew that.Incense drifted lazily through the enormous hall while priests chanted prayers in ancient Egyptian, their voices echoing softly beneath the towering stone ceiling.
Silence…I had never imagined silence could be so loud.It wasn't the peaceful quiet of dawn or the comforting stillness after a long day. It was the kind of silence that settled over broken hearts, making every breath feel heavier than the last.One by one, the bodies of the palace servants were gently placed onto wooden stretchers. No one hurried. No one spoke above a whisper.Even the soldiers who usually stood so proudly lowered their heads as they walked past.I couldn't move.My swollen eyes burned from crying as I watched Meera's body being covered with a white linen cloth embroidered with a golden symbol I had seen many times throughout the palace.The symbol of Ra.Yesterday she had smiled at me, fussed over my clothes, and treated me as though I truly belonged here.Now… She was gone.A sob escaped my lips before I could stop it and I quickly covered my mouth, embarrassed by the sound, but someone had already noticed.Kharef… Without saying a word, he walked over and stopped
The hidden passage fell into complete silence when no one spoke.The only sound was the echo of hurried footsteps as we rushed toward the ancient iron door at the end of the corridor.Ramose stepped forward first, pressing both hands against the weathered metal."It's reinforced," he said.Aziel rested his palm against it before frowning. "They locked it from the inside."I looked toward Kharef, silently praying he would have another way and notice his face became colder than stone."Break it." he demanded."Yes, My Pharaoh." Ramose and Aziel drew their swords.The heavy blades slammed against the ancient lock.Clang!The deafening sound echoed through the narrow corridor.Again.Clang!Again.Clang!The thick iron groaned but refused to yield.With every strike, my heart pounded harder inside my chest until I could barely breathe.‘Please… Please let Meera be alive. Please... let everyone be safe.’One final strike.BOOM!The ancient lock shattered and the massive iron door slowly cr
The Temple of Ra slowly returned to its usual rhythm.From where I stood beside High Priest Anen, I watched the citizens bow as Pharaoh Kharef descended the temple steps with the calm authority that seemed to follow him everywhere.To everyone around us, it looked as though everything was over.The Black Sun King mounted his enormous black stallion while his generals gathered around him."My Pharaoh," Ramose called quietly.Kharef gave a small nod."We return."The royal procession rode through the temple gates beneath thousands of watching eyes, disappearing into the busy streets of Thebes.I felt something inside my chest sink.So... he was really leaving?After everything that had happened today... after nearly being burned alive… He was simply going back to the palace?I lowered my gaze, trying not to feel disappointed.Maybe this was how kings lived.Maybe saving one foreign woman wasn't important enough to delay the affairs of an entire kingdom.Beside me, High Priest Anen remai







