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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 · 歴史
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135 Chs

Chapter 77

Seth,

The silence stretched further and Seth closed his eyes tightly when he began to see shadows play in the dark.

He heard the whispers that asked him to give up and just surrender to the darkness.

He hugged his shaking, cold body and tried to focus on the good memories he had.

But each time when his lover's warm soul embraced him, he got pulled away into the darkness.

His father, siblings, war, murder, death, and a son who isn't his. He was reminded of everything he went through.

His existence is nothing, and his significance is worth nothing. He is but a soldier in his father's army.

A tool to spread the power of Ra. He has nothing to live for. He is hated; he is Seth the usurper.

The god gasped when he felt a cold hand clutch his throat and squeeze tightly.

A chilling voice asked him to give up and not to fight and he just relaxed, closing his eyes.