I don’t know what got into me when I got up and kissed the Pharaoh but whatever it was... I didn’t regret it. Especially since for the first time since our marriage, the Pharaoh and I slept in the same bed.
Of course, I didn’t try to seduce him again. He had proved his point and I now understood where he was coming from.
Plus, now that the idea of a child and how much I should care for it was in my head, I began to worry about its happiness as well. The Pharaoh was right, a child would not be happy in these conditions. And our child’s happiness was more important than trying to satisfy Akana.
But when I woke up the next morning, he was gone.
I sat up in the bed and placed my hand on my head.
Now that he was gone, I could think. What on earth happened last night?
After the argument, I
