Part of His Game

Chapter 3 ~ Safiya

*Safiya*

The prisoner carriage came to a sudden halt, jolting me awake. I was sprawled across the floor, still gaining consciousness, when a bright light shone before me. I sat up on my elbows, and noticed a large silhouette in the light. I squinted my eyes to focus on the object and noticed it was the same guard that brought me here. Oh, that's right, Im in the palace.

"Come, you have to talk to the pharaoh before you can meet the prince." I just held onto my knees and shook my head, not wanting to follow his orders.

"There's no use in resisting, you can't escape. You are inside the palace walls now, with high quality security. You should just accept your life now." Maybe he's right. I should just do what he says. There's no point in resisting.

He escorted me through the hallways, with my wrists tied up. I wiggled my hands around, trying to loosen the ropes when we finally stood in front of two massive doors, the guard reached for the handles.

"Wait!" He turned his attention toward me. "So, when you open these doors....there's no going back?"

"I'm afraid so." I looked at the ground, and shut my eyes, trying to rethink all of my great memories with mama and Asenath, and to just throw them away now? This is my new life now, and there's no going back? A long sigh escaped my lips as I let them go.

"Open the doors," I ordered. If I'm going to be a queen, they better start listening to me now. He did as I said. I heard the creaks of the heavy doors moving, but kept moving toward the king in his throne. He was surrounded by women, some at his side and some sitting on his lap. Disgusting, he looks about 70, and he's still doing that?,

His head shot up as he saw me walk in. He shooed the entertainers away, leaving him and I alone in the room.

"So you must be the prince's fiancé I sent for?" he asked.

"Yes, yes I am."

"Well, you seem to be good enough for the prince, beautiful, nice body." As he said this I felt exposed to him and snarled at his words. As I said before, disgusting.

"You seem to have everything going for you, the prince will be pleased." Really? The prince will be "pleased"? What is it with these perverts around here? But, might as well not say anything, don't want to be executed yet.

"What is your name peasant?" He rudely asked.

"Safiya."

"Guards! Take Safiya here to the prince's chambers. He is currently in the library studying. This will be a great surprise for him when he returns." he said chuckling.

The guards ushered me out the door and down the hallways again. I held my head high, hoping no one would realize how scared I really am. They suddenly stopped in front of the door and shoved me inside.

I lost my balance with my hands still tied and fell to the ground and groaned feeling the cold tile against my skin.

"Have fun!" One of them said followed by hysterical laughter from the others.

"Stupid bastards," I muttered, as they shut the door and left me there, helpless and unable to get up. I tried to pick myself up multiple times, but failed every time, on the slippery floor.

"Ugh." I grunted. Then I heard the door slam shut behind me. I snapped my head around, to find a shirtless, built man staring at me. At first I thought it was a palace guard, but he seemed more clean and different than the rest. He also had chest jewelry, and a bleach white tunic on. That must mean he was wealthy.

Is this the prince? No it cant be! He approached me and stretched out his hand.

"No! Get away from me!" I screamed scrambling into the wall.

"I'm not going to hurt you." he gently said, still approaching me. He reached for my hands, but I slapped them away.

"Stop! Don't touch me!"

"Just let me untie your wrists." he said reaching for my hands. I let him untie me, but was still cautious of what he would touch next. As soon as he untied them I stood up, and scurried to the other side of the room.

"I said stay away!"

"Listen I don't like this idea either!"

"Of course you do, he told me you'd be pleased to see me!"

"Who told you that?"

"Your father!"

"Ugh,"he sighed, pressing his fingers against his temples. " I had no say in this matter, my father made all these decisions. He just thinks I need a wife to seem more mature and to bore babies with you." I was shocked by his words. Thats what he wanted. I was about to say something else until he interrupted me.

"It isn't right. In my opinion I hate forced marriages. It isn't fair for women to go through with this. You have to love someone to officially marry them." I was shocked by his words again. Is he telling the truth, or is he just trying to play me? I don't buy it.

"Wow, I never knew you felt that way." I said sarcastically."I think you're right, but I want you to know. I will be your wife and I will go through with this, but I will never learn to love you." I scowled, poking his bare chest. He seemed to have been out of breath by my words, but then a smirk formed upon his face.

"Fake lovers?" I asked stretching my hand towards him.

"Fake lovers,"he agreed shaking my hand.

"Great." I said.

"Well then, you better get your acting on Miss." he said.

"Why?" a confused expression formed on my face.

"The pharaoh has prepared a banquet for my 18th birthday, and we are the lovely couple attending. He will expect us to be madly in love already, are you up to it?" he asked.

"Sure love!" I joked. He chuckled at my reaction. He got up and walked towards the door.

"I have some business to attend to, are you alright in here?" he asked.

"Yes."

He was about to walk through the door before I spoke up. "Wait!" He poked his head through the door, waiting for me to say something.

"Happy Birthday." Once I said this I saw a small smile form on his face.

"Thank you," he replied before shutting the door and leaving me sitting on his bed. Maybe, since I'm here, I should just take a cat nap? I kind of deserve it, after all that I've been through today. I laid my head on his soft pillows and slowly drifted off to sleep.