The Last Dynasty {Complete}

Chapter Twenty eight

(Seti's POV)

"My Neferneb I fear that Roman's have over powered us" I mutter "Pepi has died and his coward son taking the throne nearly pulling his men from my army, I grow old" I mutter Lord Neferneb old and wrinkle nods he opens a papyrus since he had become a vizier after a few years of battling Roman's furiously...His hair had become silver and so did mine since I had become sixty two years old and he Eighty years old..."Your majesty, we have carved the Nile into the Roman's we are close to the taste of victory...my sons tell me of the great success the gods have favored upon us these past years" he says, I stroke my wrinkled chin...curious if I should be the one to kill Augustus whom is 76 years  since we had tried to have a peace making agreement over dinner once which ended up in him fleeing and my men murdering his own.

My last young son Ptolemy XVII runs in and tugs my kilt his eyes are blue like Asetmut my great Royal wife since Stefmera committed suicide when a scribe (soon executed) wrote killed in battle when it was really wounded in battle in a letter to update her on the latest things happening while I was on the battlefield...the boys golden hair was tucked under a white cloth I lift him from the ground and his wet nurses chased after him to seconds later, "your majesty forgive me" she bows to me "The prince doesn't desire to wear his sandals" she says I stare at his bare feet "Ptolemy, my son...put on your sandals and I will give you a ride in my chariot" I say, My wet nurses flinches in disbelief that I am still riding a chariot since My physician advised me against it.

"Do you find me weak" I ask she bows "of course not your majesty, I would never" she says I groan and stare at her blankly I hand her Ptolemy whom hugs her around the neck and relaxes himself as she takes him away from my chamber..."your suspicions have grown your majesty" Neferneb mutters "yes of course, anyone can be a spy, even those loyal" I say...Neferneb nods..."Your majesty, I plan to retire from work completed next week...I desire a honored leave from the court" I say...I nod..."granted" I say he stands and bows to me before packing up his scrolls and writing supplies...He leaves and I sit alone I lean back in my throne...sweating from the day with the furious son burn down on me...My people praise me as a true God for all my temples, protecting them and small tiny statuette of me are sold across the land calling them statuettes for protection and many had found much protection from them...like Tuthmose whom fights furiously at this moment.

People will remember me, as the greatest pharaoh of all but yet Cleopatra has still laid on top, my heart began to pound...I knew with the feeling in my Ba, in a two days I was to die...like those dice...in the begin of this nine days A short but powerful plague took the lives of my weakest soldiers, Alexandria was rebuilt, a statue of myself was decapitated by Roman soldiers, the hands of Roman's filled my throne room, Someone had cut of Augustus hand In a lucky shot, Pepi dies in battle and his grandson soon following and Nefersara was buried...only yesterday.

I had learn to accept him as my son, but the sickness that took his mother had taken him...they would reunite...Nefersara had grown a beard and had begun to look like his father until his death ended his life.

I fear the last two days will kill me , yet I do not think about it and listen to the musicians...I think of my new brother in law...Muntuhotep...married Mat and had four princes and two princess that live in a palace in Mat...she had aged well yet still youthful small amounts of Silver filled her hair but she did well...I see her rarely since I've been stressed for so many years it's taken a great toll on my body....possibly Caesar's as well...I groan standing and walk down the hall with the help of my staff of office...as I walk down the hall I am bowed to...My giant ostrich feathered fans follow me to my chambers where I lay to rest.

As I am to close my eyes I am alerted that the Roman's were at the borders of the city...I do not panic and stand walking to the balcony to see if they were any where near the palace...they were practically near our gates but I didn't care "put this place on lock down" I shout and guards and servants begin to work on it...I call for a chair and sit upon it when it's brought...Emperor Augustus stood at my gate wearing great armor golden leaves upon his head and one of his hands were bandaged...it was a stump that was left...the soldier had made a clean cut...I grin and he looks up at me and returns it...he is old and small but yet he looks strong.

"Surrender! We have you surrounded!" He shout...I chuckle..."never Roman, I am wise and you'll never get through" I hiss he looks around to see there is no where else to go and the walls were to high to climb "wise" he says...a stool is brought to him as he is doing th action of sitting.

"You're very wise" he says "I shall be victorious" he shouts...I groan..."as a wise man I will not let that happen, my people will not remember me as a coward but a hero" I say.

He chuckles

"Stupid"