Jewel of the Pharaoh, Prequel to Children of the Pharaoh

Chapter Nine

(Tutankahamun: My turn. You girls have done every other chapter, so this one is mine.
Both girls: Whatever. We'll go to sleep then.)

Kay guys. It's me, Maddji. I am going to do my best at writing a chapter from Tut's POV. I really have no idea what to do with this chapter, other than try to recreate the young kings life and personality, as best I can. Sorry if this chapter is shitty, though I do hope it isn't...

I looked at myself in the looking glass. My short hair was beginning to grow. Dark strands that were rather unflattering. I have considered growing it like some people of the court, it's not like anyone would notice. Except Osira.
Osira.
The source of my depression. I had hoped that if I tried to forget her and heal the wounds between Ankhesenamun and I, things would be better. I was wrong. Ra, I have never been so wrong in my entire life. If I had kept my eyes closed, I could have pretended that it was the curve of her waist and her silky hair, rather than my sisters. Out of anger and frustration, I balled my hands into fists; the scabs from the wall, reopening as my knuckles turned white.
(Me: Not a good idea people)
"Tutankhamun?" Said a very shaky and uncertain voice, so softly I almost thought I had gone completely crazy. I turned and stood.
"Osira?" I asked. My voice was hardly any better.
"I love you" She whispered. "I had to say that at least once" I walked over to her and she fell into my arms. I top of her head just touching my shoulder. Her scent of cinnamon and Lily oil was more intoxicating than any alcohol, and her beauty; even though her hair was a mess, her dress was crumpled, and her makeup was smudged with tears; was more than any goddess, even my deity, Hathor, could ever hope for. But despite this intimate scene, the same thought was going through our heads at the same moment. Quieter than a whisper, though just as clear as the thoughts we share constantly.
How can I ever let you go? The way we have to?
"I love you too" I whispered, before pressing my lips to her ear. "And I don't want to let you go"
"You have too" She her voice cracked.
"You said it yourself: I am the king. I can do as I please" I replied.
"A king has many joys, and many beauties. As he is a living God, who will go down his history, but the one joy from which he must forever be barred: is love" She whispered. "But I wish with all my heart it were not so"
"I will be back for you" I promised. "I will always come back to you"
"Don't break that promise, my love" She broke away and held my face in her long slender hands. I pulled her into me and wanted nothing more than to strip away the thin layer of silk that kept us from being the same person, in perfect synchronization with one another.

I didn't like fact that my bed was disappointingly cold that morning. Osira and I had fallen asleep in each other's arms; unfortunately, fully clothed. She must have woken early, or maybe it was all just a beautiful, colorful dream. But when I felt the silken sheets, they were still warm, and creased with the shape of her body. Her scent of lily and cinnamon was still lingering in the roasting air. I looked around my room and she was sitting on the ledge next to the window and sitting so she could see the courtyard. Huntress was sitting below her, with her head in her large paws that spanned all of my palm; she was well fed, I'll admit. Osira was breathtaking, with her long brunette locks, golden skin tone; and striking hazel eyes, that were more green than brown. A lot of women at the court were rather dull, and often very similar. But Osira stood out from the rest, because she was loyal, outspoken, brave, just a little reckless, and not afraid to be herself, or different. Thats what I have always wanted in a wife, someone who is loyal enough I don't have to be afraid they will sleep around or betray me, someone who is brave, and kind. In our world, those kinds of women are one in a million. I am not blind to men who abuse, rape and in some cases kill their wives and daughters, forcing them to be afraid of themselves, quite often those women will kill themselves out of fear to be themselves. I see that now. No matter how hard my father tried to hide it from me in the past, I know now. And I will not be like him, or like any other man for Osira. I will let her fly. Amun-Ra forbid her from falling.