Rosewater Oasis i

ah. so her suspicions had been correct. her knowing smile curled until dimples arose in her cheeks. lovely to meet you, my pharaoh.

meryet followed willingly. her gaze cast over the dunes and toward the oasis, bright afternoon sun kissing the teal waters. mesquites hugged the perimeter and offered shade to a small family of waterfoul.

i wasn't, she finally answered. she did not want to look at him while she said it. i was sold for the first time when i was a child.

she didn't want to speak of her childhood.

what of you? were you born to be a pharaoh, or did you fight for it?