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.
Chapter 18
Akila,
"You look so beautiful this morning, your highness."
A noblewoman who Akila had forgotten her name said. They have been swarming her since this morning.
She was surprised when she found them waiting for her in her quarter's small garden.
After refusing to move in the king's wives and concubines on the east side of the palace, Ramses had asked her to move there, that he had prepared special quarters, but she refused.
Here is closer to him and she already got used to the halls and so many rooms and gardens.
The king didn't like it but Akila pursued him and in the end; he gave her what she wanted.
She didn't expect that this will make her even closer to the nobles and their intrusion.
So here she is sitting in once her peaceful garden listing to some women who were fawning over her.
"Your hair is so beautiful, my queen. How did you dye it this color? And it is so soft, too."