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Throne of blood & thorns

“The one you don’t have feelings for will be the one you fall for. But the one you think you adored once will be the one you will hate with your soul. Beware of the sweet honey that will blind your judgment, but follow the scent of flowers. They will be the answer to your hunch. And remember, you are nothing but a pawn to these up high, so keep your eyes open and your mouth shut.” When Akila, a normal young girl, is kidnapped to have an offspring in order to provide an heir for her king, she is thrust into the middle of a power struggle between the gods and the mortal realm. After being captivated by her emerald green eyes, Ramses IV decided to make her his queen. Who could have predicted that a chance encounter would eventually result in the end of his reign? In the midst of the anarchy, the sorcery, and the magical beings, how far would Akila go to save her child? Would Ramses choose to make his new family his priority? His Sister? Or his kingdom? Disclaimer... This book might be built on some real facts and accurate events but the story and its characters are all made up and doesn't represent how the Egyptian history was or its reality. This entirely is a work of fiction and shouldn't be taken as reference to anything related to this civilization and its history.

Bebo_Elnadi · Historia
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Chapter 73

Anubis,

He looked at his father's consort, bewildered. Why did he say those words and why did he feel this unbridled anger consume him?

The mortal woman means nothing to him. He had seen fairer and more desirable ones before.

Aphrodite herself had sought his attention, and he rejected all her advances.

  And she was the most beautiful female mankind had ever known.

Then why did his heart flutter when she served him and why, when she gazed at him with those soft eyes, did he want to touch her?

He looked away when Akila frowned at him because he was still confused about his answer.

"Why are you still here? I thought that you already left."

She asked him as she began to stroke her growing belly, and his hands itched to touch it again.

He always felt that the fetus draws him in and he acknowledged him as his older brother.