The Pharaoh's POV
I felt my mother's claws dig into me as my confession settled upon the people in the throne room.
"Son, you must remember. This is tradition. We must give the general whatever he desires." The clear warning tone was evident in her voice but I chose to ignore it, my mind already racing with possible solutions.
"I understand that mother" I bit out the word mother like it was fire on my tongue. "General Abrax, your wish has been heard and we shall speak of it in private tomorrow. Until then let's celebrate your victory!" I boomed, keeping my shoulders back and my chin held high as everyone bowed their heads and the music began to play again.
Leaning back in my throne I put my middle finger and index finger up to my lips and began to contemplate my next steps.
My eyes fl
