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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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135 Chs

Chapter 128

Akila,

The doors thrust open while she was nursing the prince. But she kept ignoring the barging soldiers as she continued to stroke the baby's cheeks.

She knew that this moment was coming soon, and she was prepared at least emotionally to face it.

She raised her head as the young prince got distracted by all the noise around him.

They had chosen the right moment to do this because Bast was absent and the male refused to tell her where he was headed.

But she knows that he was taking care of matters that related to her dilemma.

"Please, come with us, your highness. Your presence is needed in the throne room."

A male said and Akila stood with her son still latched to her nipple and suckled softly.

His interest in what was happening around him had waned and he was back to feeding.

Akila walked regally with her head held high and followed the small group of soldiers.