Sands of Time

Union

Living in this new world, though the same planet as I once lived inbut it was so different to what I truly am. I could go back to wherethe palace I once lived in, where it was, it would not be the same,it would be like looking at a familiar fresco made of ocher and kohl.Strange and unfamiliar, with just enough familiarity to make meuneasy.

Learning more and more of what the world was today, how big itwas, how divided yet loving it could be. Things that my countrymen,my court, and even my enemies could never in a million years havedreamed of. The Persians, for all of their scientific knowledge ifthe traveling merchants were to be believed, could never have guessedthis.

Despite all the things they had learned, I was still shocked at thelight that came from torches that held no fire. A simple switchturning them on and off, the cool and warm air coming from the vents,the oven, stove top, microwave, kettle, stand mixer, food processor,and all these other little 'gadgets' that Name spoke of. Somethingabout her blog, which came from the glowing screen I still could notwork and did not try to, that she would buy any that were interestingto her and would do a review.

These things that they had but still they did not know. They didn'teven read my hieroglyphs that I had made properly. Name onceshowed me some and that it had once been claimed that it was theprice of how many onions to feed the workers, how many believed thatour monuments had been made by working slaves to death, so muchhorrid things. I tried to explain it all to Name and she listenedwith that soft smile and was interested but sad that there was no wayshe could do anything to change people's thoughts of that. Thatapparently the archaeologists-that is what the grave robbers calledthemselves, it was shameful!-had discovered this a number of yearsago but still the popular beliefs remained. I was more than happy toexplain the truth to Name, and was left conflicted as she explainedto me that if it wasn't for this grave robbing she would never havebeen near me and I probably would never have gotten to her.

Besides that internal battle everything was amazing. Getting to knowName was like falling in love all over again. Once again we fittogether like two pieces of the same whole, fitting the edgestogether perfectly like a shattered pot.

Name had moved me from sleeping outside of her room on the couch to,she moved me one day to sleep in her room with her. We did nohusband-wifery, and I wouldn't push. Truthfully I was more than happyto kiss her (plush/thin) lips, hold her hands or her body plasteredto mine as we sleep, her warmth soaking through my bandages into myskin and we sleep soundly.

Like we are doing now.

"Name?" She hummed, it was close to noon, as the clock Name hadshown me worked. It was interesting as it was a lot like those sundials that I had seen. I always loved them, though the night clockswere not something I liked, even if it was forever in my quarters.Nerfert enjoyed the sound of the water draining to sleep. We alwaysslept through the night but it also helped our children before theywere ready to move to their own bed chambers if they were fussy.

"I love you Kohmus." This is not the first time she had saidthis, but it was a way she said it, I don't know what it was aboutthat but something...something just spoke to me. I could see it allover again: the low fire and the soft smile on Nerfert's face thenight she agreed to come to be mine.

"I give you my love," I whispered and wondered if she wouldremember, if she realized I was giving her my romantic love,forsaking all others. She would, hopefully, soon know what I wassaying, "give me your obedience."

She looked at me confused, like I had gone crazy before her eyeswidened and she smiled the softest smile. She knew.

"Yes, I give you my obedience," she said with a grin and I knewthen that she was more than happy to do so. Weddings may not havebeen something that she ever expected to take part in, or somethingher family and friends ever went through. But we combined it, itwasn't like I could go through a real wedding but she was the wife Iloved. My best friend had welcomed her and though she was the queenshe viewed my darling Nerfert as the true queen. Now Name was againagreeing to be my wife.

"I give you my obedience Name," I whispered and I wanted to kissher so much now, but not yet, I would hold back the same as when wedid this the first time. "I love you Name, I pledge my soul, myheart and my life to you." I couldn't hold back so pressed my lipsto her (skin tone) forehead, "my fidelity is yours, I am yoursName."

"And I'm yours," she doesn't miss a beat, saying it like she ismore than ready to continue on. I agree, I am more than ready for herto be my wife yet again. I pressed my lips, finally, to her's, andshe responded with equal strength.

The kiss was amazing, it was like warmth was coiling from my lipsdown my spine warming me. It went up to spread around my skull, alongmy arms and legs and curling around my hands and feet. It started totingle, then got stronger and stronger.

Till it hurt.

I couldn't even pull away, I didn't want to pull away, but my fearwas if she was hurting to? I couldn't find it in me to pull away, andthen there was a blinding flash and I felt that pain that camethrough when I grew fast when I stopped being a child and into anadult. When mama came she held her cool hands to my legs that hurt,gently scolding me for pretending it didn't hurt when it did, butthere was no mama, and this hurt more than then and wasn't just at mycalves. And I didn't know why this was happening.

I hope you guys liked this, I so want to tell you what is going onbut I can't yet. I wonder if anyone will guess though? I promise itwill be revealed the next chapter.