I hadn’t seen the Pharaoh in six days so when Ahura came in one day looking on-edge I knew something was wrong. The uneasiness was evident in her movements around my room and the tight look on her face.
“Oh just spit it out, Ahura. What is it?!” I asked in annoyance while helping Layla make my bed. Layla was young and inexperienced but her willingness to learn was infectious and invoked loyalty.
“Thepharaohisgettingmarried” she said in such a blur that I couldn’t separate her words.
“One. more. time. Slower this time.” I said, taking a deep breath and standing up right. Crossing my arms as I waited for her to explain herself.
“The Pharaoh… he-he’s getting married..” Ahura said in a slower voice this time.
Instantly I felt like someone had punched me in the stomach; but I brushed it o
