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    “She is not of your concern,” Tutankhamun said, standing tall.
    The two exchanged harsh words of some sort, too low for me to hear from where I hid, but I could sense the threat between the two of them. Finally, the Pharaoh placed his hand on Tutankhamun’s chest and pushed him back.
    “I am still the Pharaoh,” Akhenaten argued.
    Tutankhamun staggered backwards, but did not fall. I peeked out to see the hatred in his eyes as he glared at his father. “For now.”
    “As Pharaoh, I have a right to the girl.”
    Tutankhamun shook his head, “I claim the right.”
    “It is not your place,” the Pharaoh said. “Nor is it your right.”
    The prince of Egypt rose taller, “She will be my queen and one day rule at my side.”
    The sound of the Pharaoh’s laugh echoed down the hall, “She will be nothing more than a whore like her mother.”
    “And like mine?”
    I shivered, remembering when his mother was executed and erased from the history when we were children. The sight of the Pharaoh’s sword gashing at her face and throat haunted my nightmares for years.
    “Women are the downfall of any Pharaoh,” Akhenaten said with a sinister laugh. “Ankhesenamun is no different.”
    “Speak ill of her again and I will be Pharaoh by morning,” Tutankhamun threatened.
    There was a pause, a moment when the two men just glared at each other. I didn’t breathe. I didn’t move.
    At last, the Pharaoh took a single step backward, “Very well. The right is yours.”
    I heard him walking away, but Tutankhamun remained unmoved until the sound of the Pharaoh’s footsteps faded away. Only then did he call me out of my hiding place.
    I fell to my knees and lowered my body to the floor in a bow.
    “Thank you... Thank you.”
    “You are not safe,” he said as he turned to me. “By law he can take you as his wife and there is nothing I can do to stop him.”
    I rose up on my knees, “Please...”
    He walked around behind me. I felt his hand on my head, stroking my hair.
    “Your mother was kind to me as a child and I swear, for her,” he said softly. “I will do whatever I must to keep you safe.”
    He said nothing else. I heard the sound of him walking away. I sat there, finally able to breathe.
    Why did he save me from his father? Why risk everything for me?
    I got to my feet went back to my chambers. My servants were waiting to help me back to bed. I let them brush out my hair again and change my dress.
    I thought again of Tutankhamun coming out of the darkness and saving me from ruin. I closed my eyes, remembering the feeling of his hand on my hair and how the sound of his voice stirred right through me.
    Tutankhamun...No longer a boy...
    As soon as I was in the bed, I heard a noise at my door. I took the dagger from under my pillow and motioned to the maids to go check to see what the matter was. I strained to hear what was happening, not sure if I would have to fight or flee.
    The maid returned, “His Royal Prince, Tutankhamun, will be guarding your door tonight. He says you should fear not.”
    I sighed with relief, “Thank you. You may go.”
    The maid left me alone and within moments, I was asleep, knowing I was safe with Tutankhamun at my door.
    Sometime before dawn one of my maids returned to shake me awake.
    “Mistress,” she said urgently. “You must wake and go to the Pharaoh.”
    “What?” I asked, sitting up, my mouth going dry. How could this be? Where was Tutankhamun?
    “Please mistress,” the maid repeated.
    “Why? What has happened?”
    “The Pharaoh Tutankhamun wishes to see you.”
    Pharaoh...
    I slipped from the bed and went to my chamber door. The hall was empty, lit with only the fading torches from the night. The palace was still and quiet, as if waiting for something.
    I went down the hall to the chamber of the Prince. The guards at the door stepped aside as soon as I approached. I entered the chamber door and looked about. The room was near dark, but for a single candle near