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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 46

Akila,

"You can't be stubborn about this Akila. If you have any issues with the king, you can deal with them later."

Heba said, exasperated, as she watched her sister still sitting watching her reflection in the mirror.

Akila looked at herself, not seeing anything. Suddenly, she had the feeling of emptiness.

As if her life has no purpose and what she doing at the moment was meaningless.

Now that her husband had broken her heart and after witnessing how cruel the royal palace could be, she wanted to flee.

And that wasn't the only reason. There were two ruby eyes haunting her dreams.

A male broken but loving voice was calling her in her sleep and more than once she woke up calling a name she couldn't remember.

The young queen has been living this empty, soulless cycle. The pain that was like a clench festered into agony.