Chapter 4I missed Khentemsemet. There had been times, due to the high priest’s duties, that we were apart for long periods. Not to say I didn’t have duties as well, and I worked diligently at them. But my body yearned for his.
Each time Khentemsemet made love to me, I became more enthralled with him, and I waited impatiently for him to come to my bed.
Shortly after the first time he had made love to me, he’d said we had to conceal our love—I was the Pharaoh’s brother, and although Khentemsemet was the high priest, people would sneer at him.
“They would see me loving you as an excuse for me to rise up in the world,” he said, his tone mournful.
“That’s nonsense,” I declared hotly.
“That’s kind of you, Prince, and so like you to see it that way, but my reputation would be in ruins.”
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