Days had passed since our moment in the Nile and I had grown increasingly comfortable with the demi-god. Behind the gold, power and immortality lay a regular man who dealt with the same struggles as the rest of us. He would come in after hours of being in council meetings and just lay his head on my lap, my fingers caressing his ebony locks as he drifted into a peaceful sleep.
While we had become more comfortable with each other the nights were still full of awkward moments. I would pretend to be asleep when he came in late, ignoring the kisses he scattered across my neck and shoulder even though my whole body was on fire. Deep down I know he knew that I was wide awake but eventually he would halt his delicious yet torturous ministrations.
What his mother thought would be a "punish
