Chapter 11 : First Kiss
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Kadesh Palace, nine o'clock in the evening.
"Wow . . . I didn't think you'd be performing that dance tonight. It's both beautiful and incredibly cheeky because you performed the death song at a crown prince's wedding." Alma shook her head at her friend who was sitting lost in thought. They were still at the palace, Dyvette had no intention of going home.
"Isn't marriage just like a funeral? You buried all your freedoms and tied the knot with man and God."
"You value marriage like that? No wonder you haven't been married until now." Alma is stunned
"Not everyone is as lucky as you, Al. You are happy in your marriage because your husband is one in a thousand."
"You'll get it too, Yve. I'm always praying that you too find a husband who loves you so much. You can say I'm overly dramatic or something, but I'm really always praying for you. I want you to be happy." Alma smiled, Dyvette teary hearing her friend's words.
"Aaaa~... Alma, you're the best~.." Dyvette hugged Alma, the pregnant woman chuckled while stroking Yve's hair.
"Ehemm....Good evening, ladies."
Alma was facing inward so she knew who cleared his throat, while Dyvette was pointing out. Dyvette let go of her arm and turned to the source of the voice. It's Tahtah
"Sorry to interrupt you two. This is an order from the prince, Miss Dyvette is asked to appear before him." Alma and Dyvette look at each other
"Prince? Prince who?" ask Dyvette
"Venerable Ankhamun Mena, his Majesty is waiting for you, Miss. Come, I will take you there."
Dyvette turned to Alma, the woman shook her head, then motioned for Dyvette to just obey to go with Tahtah.
"Okay. Alma, I'll go first." Alma nodded, she smiled meaningfully. In her heart she was curious, why did Ankhamun call Dyvette?
Tahtah took her to the third floor, where Ankhamun was waiting on the balcony of a room. It was a full moon night, Dyvette was a little fluttering seeing Ankhamun in the moonlight, the man was standing with his back to her.
"Your Majesty, Miss Dyvette is here."
Tahtah saluted, then left the two of them and closed the door. Dyvette stared at the closed door for a while, her heart pounding even more.
With firm determination, Dyvette ventured over to Ankhamun who was standing near the fence. The view from there is a small waterfall and pool whose water is so clear.
"Your Majesty, what is the need for calling me?"
Ankhamun was still silent. Dyvette waited anxiously, she had offended this man four years ago, he wasn't calling her for revenge and evil, right? (Inner Dyvette)
After a while, Ankhamun turned around.
Badump.. Badump.. Badump.. Dyvette felt that her heart would jump out.
"I thought you would refuse Tahtah's invitation."
Dyvette was silent.
"It's been a long time, how are you, Miss Dyvette?"
"I'm still healthy and alive, prince. Thank you for asking." Dyvette forced a smile, she had promised not to cause any more trouble.
By the way, Dyvette had changed clothes and now she was wearing a less elaborate party dress.
"Maybe it's too late to say this, I'm so sorry for your mother's death. I wish her a beautiful place with God."
Ankhamun walked closer. Dyvette lowered her head, her eyes already burning with tears. She remembered the pain again.
"Thank you, your majesty. You are not late at all, I really appreciate it, thank you."
Ankhamun touched Dyvette's face, the girl gasped in surprise, then she lifted her face.
"You're still crying over it."
their eyes plunged into each other's sea of inexplicable taste.
"I am only touched by your words, your majesty."
"I'm sorry then, I didn't mean to remind you of that loss." Dyvette shook her head quickly.
"No, really. You don't need to apologize. I've been a bit of a crybaby lately." Ankhamun removed his hand from Dyvette's face.
"Don't cry for too long, or she won't be at peace."
Dyvette was speechless, a moment of silence after Ankhamun said that.
"By the way, congratulations on your marriage. Wishing you both a happy and fruitful child soon."
Ankhamun looked at her with that gaze again, Dyvette felt strange every time she was looked at like that.
"Thank you. But I would be happier if my bride was you, maybe now we have started to produce offspring."
Blushh... Dyvette's face turned red. She was really embarrassed and at the same time wanted to speak harshly to answer those words full of meaning.
"Hahaha... Your joke is funny, Your majesty." Dyvette laughed dryly
"I'm not joking, Miss Dyvette. Even though you are two years older than me, I really mean what I say. From four years ago until now, I have never taken it as a joke." His face was so serious, Dyvette swallowed nervously.
"Your Majesty."
"Now what should I do? I really don't want to have offspring with her."
Look at that frowning face, is Ankhamun selling his cuteness to Dyvette? Will Dyvette be moved?
No.
Dyvette looked at him with a straight face.
"Your majesty, Miss Estheria is so beautiful and talented, she really matches with you. Why wouldn't you want to?"
"Because it wasn't you."
"I'm a nobody, no one will support your wishes because I'm just a commoner."
"You're not a commoner. I already know everything about you, including your family origins. In your eyes, am I the type of man who carelessly falls for women? I wouldn't have come to this if I didn't know who you are, Dyvette Aliya Mebraah."
Dyvette looked at him in surprise. "You... what did you say?"
"I know all about you, so, Dyvette, do you still take my feelings as a joke?"
Dyvette shook her head "How do you know, your majesty?"
Ankha smiled, replied softly, "Be my woman, I will give everything for you, love, treasure and protection. I am willing to be your servant as long as you are willing to be with me." Ankhamun clasped Dyvette's hands. The girl looked at him with a worried face.
"Your Majesty, my life is already too complicated, please don't add another thread to my tangled thread."
"I'll throw away your tangled threads, Dyvette. Only I can protect you, I'm already like this, why are you still hesitating?"
Dyvette was silent, she looked thoughtful.
"Then you also know who my father is?" ignoring Ankhamun's question, Dyvette wanted to know how much Ankhamun knew about her.
Ankhamun nodded once. "Your father was a Sultan, that's all I can say for now."
Suddenly her legs felt weak, her head felt heavy, but Dyvette tried to stay strong. She doesn't even know who her father is, but Ankhamun who is someone else even knows who her father is?
Mother, how many more secrets are you hiding from me?
'Wait, if my father was a sultan, would that be Jamal? Isn't Zephyr's husband Jamal? Then Ankhamun can be said to be my brother?'
"Why only you can protect me?" Dyvette was already crying, she couldn't hold back the damn tears.
"Since I am the future Emperor, you will be safe with me."
"You just got married, how could it be so easy to ask me to be your woman? You want me to be a concubine?"
"I never wanted this marriage! Do you still not understand?"
"Yeah! I don't understand and I don't want to understand either! You guys will never know how it feels like to share your partner's body with someone else, touching someone else, you're married so learn to accept it! Because Estheria will- Hmphh."
Ankhamun kissed her suddenly..
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