Anat was kinder then normal when she told me everything. Not that she wasn’t always kind. But kind or not, I couldn’t take it. How could I believe that I was in love with a rapist? I mean, I knew he had done some bad stuff but I truly believed he was changing for the better.
Moments after I told Anat to leave because I wanted to be alone, the Pharaoh had returned. He walked in on my crying.
I wiped my tears away as fast as I could, feeling somewhat embarrassed and tried to sit up. My back was still hurting from the fall, so it was hard.
“How are your wounds?” He asked as his eyes flickered to the bandages.
I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. “Fine. They don’t hurt anymore.”
“Good.” He said as he removed his jewellery. “Did you speak to Anat?”
Anat told me that Atemu knew.
