Always Broken (Book 1 and 2)

Chapter 20: Rebellion (Book 2)

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Lorena Eliakim 

Shortly after my visit to see Sahem, I rushed back home. 

For once in my life, I was happy. Nothing was in the way of fulfilling the future that I wanted, and for a moment I was in shock. The plan to put my father in the dungeons had worked. No one suspected what really happened and they all believed a mere illusion that the King had gone missing every since he went on a "trip." It was amazing and even though people were looking for him, they had no choice but to elect my mother as second in command while my father was "on leave." 

However, as always, there was trouble in paradise. My mother wanted me to go to Egypt so that I could be safe in case someone figured out what we did. Little did she know, that would be the least of our concerns. In the upcoming days, everyone would forget about the King and his legacy. They would forget him to focus on other issues that would not benefit me and at the time, I didn't know that but I would find out very soon.  

I started trying to reason with my mother. I tried to make her see that going to Egypt wasn't the best idea. I would never do it because I wanted to wait for Sahem. We had waited so long to be together and nothing was in the way. My father was locked up and Sahem had finally urged his father to agree with courting me. To say I was surprised would be an understatement, I was baffled. With the way things had gone when I went to see Sahem, I would never guess that his father could ever accept me. He insulted me. He even insulted his son. But I came to see that the way he acted was an act that he had to keep up for appearances. Behind the insults, he loved his son and that was the difference between my father and his father. 

But as soon as I realized this, my mother still kept talking to me. I could hear her voice even now. 

"Look, his father is a monster. He would never let his son court a Jewish girl and you know it. Stop lying to yourself."

 And when she said that, I argued with her. I was hurt by what she said but I knew there was some truth in it. I'd be allowed to marry Sahem and when I did, I would be looked down on. Sahem would be looked down on because even though he didn't want to admit it, he could control how people acted because he was a prince. If anyone insulted him, they would pay the ultimate price. But he couldn't control what people would say, the horrors that the gossipers would whisper dead in the night. He couldn't control the icy stares and daggers that people would throw our way for loving each other. There was nothing he could do because everyone agreed with their opinion, even his own father who was the king. His father would only tolerate me and I would never be truly accepted. And that was the reality of the sitaution.

So I argued with her, I yelled and I screamed because of the disappointment and hurt that I felt, and when the realization hit me, I was silent. I was silent because in the midst of the pain, there was the indoctrinated truth. 

But then, something worse happened while we were arguing. A servant interrupted our banter to  announce some disheartening news and in that moment, I remember how my mother froze. 

"Majesty, I don't mean to interrupt but a rebellion has started just outside the palace walls. There are lots of citizens in a rouse and no one has any idea what is going on. Your advisors are in the conference room and they want to speak with you," the servant conveyed.