LOGINSteel clashed against steel.The palace chamber had become a battlefield.The royal eunuch stood before the doorway, fighting two assassins at once despite the blood running down his arm.Kasim remained in front of us, his sword moving faster than my eyes could follow.No one… No one was getting past him then something caught my attention. One of the assassins wasn't attacking but he was holding a clay jug."...What is that?"The man smashed it against the marble floor.Crash!Thick green smoke immediately poured into the chamber.My eyes widened. "No..."The sharp smell hit me instantly, this is not ordinary smoke, poison."Cover your mouths!"I shouted instinctively, grabbing the edge of my robe and pressing it tightly over my nose and mouth.I motioned frantically for Meera and the others to do the same."Like this!"They didn't understand my words, but they copied my movements. Meera quickly turned toward Kasim, trying to warn him but it was too late.Three woven baskets crashed o
The council chamber remained silent.A large map of Egypt lay stretched across the polished stone table with colored markers indicating villages, military outposts, and trade routes.Kharef studied every detail and saw something was wrong, very wrong.General Ramose folded his arms."The desert thieves have appeared again." He moved another marker farther west. "They raid a village… then disappear before our soldiers arrive."Menes frowned. "We've searched every canyon, every oasis but there is no trace of them."Kharef remained silent. His golden eyes swept across the map."They do not simply disappear." His voice was calm. "The
Dinner came to an end far sooner than I expected.For a brief moment, silence settled over the room. Meera stepped back inside just as Kharef slowly rose from his seat.I looked at him in confusion.Was he leaving?Kharef noticed my questioning expression and he spoke slowly, choosing simple words I had learned earlier."Work..." He pointed toward himself. "...not finished."Then he pointed toward me."Meera." Finally, he made a gentle motion with his hand toward the sitting room. "Go... with Meera."It took me a moment to understand."Oh… You only came because..." I searched for the words. “I didn’t… Eat."Kharef nodded once. His golden eyes softened for a brief second before he turned toward the door.Without another word… The Pharaoh left.I watched him disappear down the corridor and somehow… The room suddenly felt quieter.***Meera clapped her hands together, immediately pulling my attention back to the lesson.I reached for the language book again but she quickly shook her head
The lessons continued throughout the afternoon.Meera patiently taught me one word after another.The sun. Water. Bread. Chair. Window. Hand. Every object inside the room became part of my lesson.I repeated each word until I could pronounce it correctly.Whenever I made a mistake, Meera never laughed. She simply smiled and corrected me again.Soon, the three younger servants joined us, pointing at objects around the room while I tried to remember their names.It felt strangely... fun.For the first time since arriving here, my mind wasn't consumed by fear. It was occupied by learning language.
I took a deep breath to calm myself."Crying won't solve anything."The words came out as little more than a whisper.I looked at my reflection in the polished bronze mirror beside the bath. The woman staring back at me hardly looked like the same person who had boarded a plane to Egypt only days ago.Everything had changed; my world and my future. Maybe… Even my fate.I wiped the last traces of tears from my cheeks."No more tears. If I'm really trapped here… Then I have to survive. Crying will only make me weaker."Taking another deep breath, I wrapped the soft bath robe around myself and slowly walked toward the bedroom.I silently prayed.‘Please let Kharef be gone…’‘Please…’I pushed the heavy wooden door open then immediately froze when I saw three young women and an elderly lady standing quietly inside the chamber.The moment they saw me, they all bowed politely.The older woman stepped forward with a warm smile."Lady Maritza."I blinked in surprise. She… She knew my name.W
Kharef stood silently outside the bathing chamber.Beyond the carved stone wall, the sound of flowing water had faded, only quiet sobs remained and his golden eyes lowered.Though he couldn't understand her words… He understood her grief.She had lost something or someone. And whatever world she had come from… It still held her heart.For several moments, the mighty Pharaoh simply stood there. He had conquered kingdoms, judged criminals and faced armies without hesitation. Yet now… He found himself helpless before the tears of one woman.A respectful knock echoed through the chamber."My Pharaoh."The High Priest Anen waited outside.Kharef closed his eyes briefly before answering. "Enter."The elderly priest stepped inside and immediately noticed the concern on the Pharaoh's face."The council awaits Your Majesty."Kharef glanced once toward the bathing chamber.His instincts told him not to leave but Egypt still needed its king.He exhaled quietly then turned toward one of the palac







