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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 117

Ramses,

He opened his eyes slowly, but it took him an enormous amount of strength to just do that but in the end; he was successful.

He looked around him and sighed in relief. He was still in the palace in his own room.

Even though it was quieter than usual, he thought his people would be worried about him and never let him be alone.

Something must have occupied them because the last thing he remembered was him advancing on his sister.

He was planning on killing her with no regard for the consequences.

He had enough of her foolishness and betrayal. He must get rid of her in order to protect his female.

Ramses moved slowly but surprisingly easily out of the bed. He wore his sandals, then went to his mirror.

Staring at his own reflection, the king of Egypt frowned. He looks better than he thought.

He tilted his head to the side as he touched his rosy cheeks and then under his eyes.