Maathorneferure THE EGYPTIAN QUEEN

Chapter 3

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Ramses sat by my side upon the large and intricately designed throne as dancers and entertainers all tried to impress him before us.

His long fingers tapped against the chair's arm rest impatiently. He obviously wasn't that impressed.

Daggers pierced my face as his other wives glared at me jealously.

I knew it wouldn't be long. Wouldn't be long until one's jealously took over and they attempted to murder me.

I had known all along. Being wife to a Pharaoh was deathly dangerous.

Each one sat side by side across from us dressed it their brightest and most attention grabbing gowns.

Nefertiti's gaze rested on Ramses. Her eyes begging for a reaction from him as she batted her lashes seductively.

Here it was all about his favour.

With his favour their sons would become kings.

Isetnofret obviously wasn't thinking straight to compete for him, she was too busy glaring at me.

From the corner of my eye I glanced at the pharaoh, he was looking at neither of them to my relief.

Imagine, my wedding day overtaken by his other wives.

It wasn't too difficult to imagine though, and that scared me.

I knew all too well the reason why he was sitting with me. He wanted something and he knew he would get it.

I didn't mind too much if his favour wasn't with me, as long as he was kind then it didn't matter.

I could settle happily and Isetnofret and Nefertiti wouldn't see me as threats any longer.

All I longed for was my freedom, in any shape or form.

Perhaps if he didn't like me then he would ignore me.

Beautiful music played and some female dancers started to move in front of Ramses.

Once again, I glanced at him.

His dark eyes hungrily followed a beautiful dancer with long hair, his fingers stopped tapping and he shifted, about to go to her.

I reigned in my anger. Already, he would go to another woman.

All of a sudden someone grasped my hand. I looked up, shocked.

A lean male dancer pulled me forward into the rhythm. "Enjoy the dance," he whispered into my ear as he pulled me around.

I gulped, unsure of what Ramses would do. Once again, I glanced at him. And looked away.

His eyes met mine angrily from where he had paused upon his throne.

"Silence!" Ramses shouted.

All around the music came to an abrupt halt.

"You dare touch my newest wife? My property?" he growled before nodding at two gruff men beside him.

"Take him away to have the hands that touched her, taken off."

The breath caught in my throat as the man was pulled away. Hands... cut off?

My eyes widened as I looked at Ramses in plea. I couldn't let someone who was nice to me go through that. Without hands he wouldn't be able provide for a family, he would be rendered useless.

"Please, my husband. Do not take the hands he works with," I begged, tears welling in my eyes.

Already, I had cost someone pain without even trying.