The loves, lives, deception, and mystery of Tutankhamun

Diamond in the rough

*****Sooooo, How are you guys liking the story so far??? Im scrambling for inspiration at the moment, so it'd help if you guys would comment and let me know what you think. Ive written this story for years and each time due to circumstances ( moving or loss of motivation) ive stopped writing it and its been lost. This is a new version of the story and my thinking is dwindling for motivation..... *****

Ankhesmaaten sat in her chambers listening to the servants play music. Tapping her foot, patiently she waited for Kiya to arrive. After a while her patience payed off as the servants announced that Kiya had arrived. Standing, she held out her hands to Kiya, "Sister, so glad you could make it." Kiya grasped her hands and returned the sentiment, and Ankhesmaaten turned to the couches behind them. Gesturing, she said with a smile, "Shall we?" Snapping her fingers as they sat, servants immediately poured into the room on que, carrying tray after tray of refreshments.
Leaving a few minutes for Kiya to select a few choice morsels and to settle herself, Ankhesmaaten ventured, "Has our husband seen fit to visit you since I've seen you last?" Pausing to swallow and to take a sip of wine, Kiya sighed bitterly, "Alas no. But i hear Nefertiti basks in his presence daily, it seems the pregnancy has him overjoyed." Curious and not being able to help herself, Ankhesmaaten asked, "When was the last time the Pharoah visited you?" Kiya slammed her goblet down and looked away sharply, after a while she murmured, "A week after you were married. Nefertiti enjoys stealing his attentions and between the two of you, he hasnt had time to visit."
Ankhesmaaten sat silent for a moment before venturing, "I havent seen him as often as you think. Two nights ago was the first time in three weeks he has seen me. I had thought that it was you and Nefertiti keeping him from me. It appears I was wrong." Kiya turned in surprise, "So it is Nefertiti who keeps our husband from us, I had," she exclaimed before a servant entered and declared Pharoahs arrival. Both woman stood quickly and waited with paused breath from him to enter. As Amenhotep IV entered the chambers, one would think you were entering heaven, as the tall, broad shouldered man walked in. Tall in stature with long back flowing hair, his features were even more beautiful than those of a God. Black eyes that shone like midnight, with a strong chin and a softly chisled nose, it was safe to say that no one could look at him without taking a second look. Kiya and Ankhesmaaten paled in comparison as he stood looking at them, Kiya with her pale rosy glow, and Ankhesmaaten with her light olive skin. Bowing low, both ladies clamored for his attention, but he had eyes for Ankhesmaaten alone. "Kiya, my sweet, would you mind if I stole Ankhesmaaten for a while?" Amenhotep IV asked, taking Ankhesmaaten by the hand. "No, of course not, my husband. Your wish is my command", Kiya said choking back tears, as she bowed again and rushed out of the room. Ankhesmaaten caught her breath as he drew her into his arms and stole a kiss. "My love, I wondered if I would see you again soon. I woke up the other morning alone." Amenhotep IV kissed her forhead and then each of her eyes in turn before replying, "I am sorry. But i am here now, and will not leave till morning, or I am not the Son of Amun!" Giggling with delight, Ankhesmaaten threw her arms around him and kissed him deeply. Taking her by the hand, he drew her into the bed chamber. Throwing her roughly on to the bed, he ripped her dress as he raised it to her hips. Unbuckling his golden belt, he let his skirt fall to the floor before he climbed into bed with her. Gripping her hips, he thrust into her as she gave a moan of pleasure. Circling, their passions rose and twirled until they crashed with relief. Sighing, Ankhesmaaten curled next to him and fell asleep with her head on his chest. Amenhotep IV put his arm around her and stared at the ceiling before falling asleep himself.