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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 · Histoire
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Chapter 113

Anubis,

Ra gritted his teeth as he watched what was happening in the throne room in Egypt through the realms' mirror.

The supreme ruler didn't look pleased with what he was watching and a variety of different conflicting feelings showed on his face.

He hit his flaming throne, and it shattered into millions and millions of flaming pieces.

The sun god stood up, then he paced the great hall thoughtfully, still observing what the second queen was doing.

Anubis looked beside him and he saw how calmly Apophis was watching Ra walking around agitated.

It has been several days now since he was allowed out of his prison.

He thinks it was because Ra was unable to prison him anymore, especially with his father's passing away.

Anubis looked down at his feet when his heart thudded harshly in his chest, still mourning his loss.

A small soft hand touched one of his and the god of the dead looked at the black skinned god of chaos.