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Neithotep H’Sheifa lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling with a blank expression. She was high, almost unbearably so, and yet the opium couldn’t seem to dull a thing. Every part of her still ached from the beating she’d taken only nights before, but at least the bruises were starting to fade. If only the scars in her mind would do the same.
She knew she’d been foolish to strike Iahotep; she’d known it even as she was doing it. But it was a dangerous impulse she’d been unable to control, and gods, had she paid for it that night. She still paid for it now. The only thing she could be grateful for was that her dangerous rebellion meant the Pharaoh had not summoned her again since that fateful evening. Perhaps she’d angered him enough that he never would again.
One could only hope.
For the past month and a half, her life had been dominated by the will of the King of Kings, dreading the nights he called on her and being unable to refuse. Already, she spent most of her nights away from home, but before, it had been for her own reasons. Now… the nights she wasn’t with Iahotep, she drowned the memory in copious amounts of alcohol and opium, a feeble attempt to make her experiences bearable. With such a heavy secret weighing on her heart, she couldn’t bear staying home for longer than necessary, sure someone in her family would notice her bruises and start asking questions. The half-formed excuses only worked for so long. Eventually, someone would notice that her stories just didn’t add up.
For most of her family, the distance didn’t really matter. She wasn’t particularly close to either of her sisters, so she doubted they would take particular note of her absence. Sutekh was gone, her father rarely concerned himself in her affairs, and her mother… well, her mother was nothing if not willfully blind. But Hena… a pang of guilt squeezed at her heart. She knew she owed her favorite sibling some sort of explanation for why she’d been avoiding him, but what could she say that wouldn’t endanger him, as well? How could she explain why she’d been so distant when previously they’d shared every secret they had?
Rolling onto her side, Nia gazed toward the doorway and watched the dark shadows of footsteps pass across the threshold. While she wallowed in self-pity, the world continued on obliviously around her, blissfully unaware of her hidden suffering. She’d never felt so alone in her life, and to say she wasn’t coping well was an understatement.
Another set of footsteps sounded close by, these with a heavier and angrier tread than those that came before. Expecting them to continue past, she stiffened when they stopped by her door. Was it Nefertaari, come to berate her for some imagined transgression? A servant with a bone to pick? Whoever it was, she hoped they’d simply assume she wasn’t home and continue on, leaving her to her bereaved silence. Going absolutely still as she waited for them to either enter or walk away, Nia sent a silent prayer to the gods that they’d simply leave her be.
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Neithotep H’Sheifa lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling with a blank expression. She was high, almost unbearably so, and yet the opium couldn’t seem to dull a thing. Every part of her still ached from the beating she’d taken only nights before, but at least the bruises were starting to fade. If only the scars in her mind would do the same.
She knew she’d been foolish to strike Iahotep; she’d known it even as she was doing it. But it was a dangerous impulse she’d been unable to control, and gods, had she paid for it that night. She still paid for it now. The only thing she could be grateful for was that her dangerous rebellion meant the Pharaoh had not summoned her again since that fateful evening. Perhaps she’d angered him enough that he never would again.
One could only hope.
For the past month and a half, her life had been dominated by the will of the King of Kings, dreading the nights he called on her and being unable to refuse. Already, she spent most of her nights away from home, but before, it had been for her own reasons. Now… the nights she wasn’t with Iahotep, she drowned the memory in copious amounts of alcohol and opium, a feeble attempt to make her experiences bearable. With such a heavy secret weighing on her heart, she couldn’t bear staying home for longer than necessary, sure someone in her family would notice her bruises and start asking questions. The half-formed excuses only worked for so long. Eventually, someone would notice that her stories just didn’t add up.
For most of her family, the distance didn’t really matter. She wasn’t particularly close to either of her sisters, so she doubted they would take particular note of her absence. Sutekh was gone, her father rarely concerned himself in her affairs, and her mother… well, her mother was nothing if not willfully blind. But Hena… a pang of guilt squeezed at her heart. She knew she owed her favorite sibling some sort of explanation for why she’d been avoiding him, but what could she say that wouldn’t endanger him, as well? How could she explain why she’d been so distant when previously they’d shared every secret they had?
Rolling onto her side, Nia gazed toward the doorway and watched the dark shadows of footsteps pass across the threshold. While she wallowed in self-pity, the world continued on obliviously around her, blissfully unaware of her hidden suffering. She’d never felt so alone in her life, and to say she wasn’t coping well was an understatement.
Another set of footsteps sounded close by, these with a heavier and angrier tread than those that came before. Expecting them to continue past, she stiffened when they stopped by her door. Was it Nefertaari, come to berate her for some imagined transgression? A servant with a bone to pick? Whoever it was, she hoped they’d simply assume she wasn’t home and continue on, leaving her to her bereaved silence. Going absolutely still as she waited for them to either enter or walk away, Nia sent a silent prayer to the gods that they’d simply leave her be.
Neithotep H’Sheifa lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling with a blank expression. She was high, almost unbearably so, and yet the opium couldn’t seem to dull a thing. Every part of her still ached from the beating she’d taken only nights before, but at least the bruises were starting to fade. If only the scars in her mind would do the same.
She knew she’d been foolish to strike Iahotep; she’d known it even as she was doing it. But it was a dangerous impulse she’d been unable to control, and gods, had she paid for it that night. She still paid for it now. The only thing she could be grateful for was that her dangerous rebellion meant the Pharaoh had not summoned her again since that fateful evening. Perhaps she’d angered him enough that he never would again.
One could only hope.
For the past month and a half, her life had been dominated by the will of the King of Kings, dreading the nights he called on her and being unable to refuse. Already, she spent most of her nights away from home, but before, it had been for her own reasons. Now… the nights she wasn’t with Iahotep, she drowned the memory in copious amounts of alcohol and opium, a feeble attempt to make her experiences bearable. With such a heavy secret weighing on her heart, she couldn’t bear staying home for longer than necessary, sure someone in her family would notice her bruises and start asking questions. The half-formed excuses only worked for so long. Eventually, someone would notice that her stories just didn’t add up.
For most of her family, the distance didn’t really matter. She wasn’t particularly close to either of her sisters, so she doubted they would take particular note of her absence. Sutekh was gone, her father rarely concerned himself in her affairs, and her mother… well, her mother was nothing if not willfully blind. But Hena… a pang of guilt squeezed at her heart. She knew she owed her favorite sibling some sort of explanation for why she’d been avoiding him, but what could she say that wouldn’t endanger him, as well? How could she explain why she’d been so distant when previously they’d shared every secret they had?
Rolling onto her side, Nia gazed toward the doorway and watched the dark shadows of footsteps pass across the threshold. While she wallowed in self-pity, the world continued on obliviously around her, blissfully unaware of her hidden suffering. She’d never felt so alone in her life, and to say she wasn’t coping well was an understatement.
Another set of footsteps sounded close by, these with a heavier and angrier tread than those that came before. Expecting them to continue past, she stiffened when they stopped by her door. Was it Nefertaari, come to berate her for some imagined transgression? A servant with a bone to pick? Whoever it was, she hoped they’d simply assume she wasn’t home and continue on, leaving her to her bereaved silence. Going absolutely still as she waited for them to either enter or walk away, Nia sent a silent prayer to the gods that they’d simply leave her be.
The past month or so had been a rough one for Hena. As if it wasn’t hard enough that he was suddenly thrown into the position of heir, his every move being watched by his father, his days being taken over by lessons from him, and being sent for lessons with other notable men that his father thought would teach the boy important things. But he had done it all without his sister and closest friend by his side.
As he stormed down the halls and toward her room, he recalled the first night they had found out that their brother was not going to be part of their family and Hena was to take mantle of heir. He remembered the anger that had filled him, and how it had been Nia who had finally calmed the raging storm that was inside the boy. How they had gone to the tavern, and despite the alcohol and opium that had been running through his veins, he clearly remembered her words.
'I would never abandon you, Hena... Never, you understand? I don’t care what happens in the future, I will always be there for you. You are more dear to me than anyone else in this word. Nothing will ever change that.'
Those words had been ringing in his ears for the past few weeks, as he found no sign of his sister, and felt a desperate loneliness that struck him to his core. Akhenaten had never been someone who needed anyone’s company but his own, not truly. Sure he enjoyed attention, but no one in his life had meant anything. No one but his sister. And without her, everything felt wrong. Food held no taste, wine held no buzz, even opium had lost it’s edge.
He had been sad at first, but as more time passed without her presence at his side, the sadness had grown into anger and it had gathered and gathered inside him until this moment. Now, if word was true and he found his sister in her room, she was going to experience being on the other side of Hena’s anger for the first time in her life. She had never been the target of his aggression, not even close, but right now all he saw was red. She had abandoned him, turned her back on him without a second thought.
He arrived in front of her door for just a moment, watching as the servants in the hallway seemed to scurry away quickly, all of them recognizing the fire behind his eyes.
The past month and a half had been hard on Hena, and as such there had been subtle changes to the boy. He looked less like a young boy and more like a grown man, there was a bit of age to his normally youthful face, and he seemed to have bulked out just a bit more with all that he was made to do. He hadn’t noticed the changes in himself, but others had commented. The one thing he had managed to avoid was his father’s instance that he cut his hair.
He pulled his gaze from the slaves as they hurried away, and instead his anger swelled once more. He lifted his hand and grabbed the door handle, slamming the wooden door open with ease, a fire was behind his eyes, one that clearly burned of pure anger.
“Sister.” He hissed out between gritted teeth, stepping into the room, his steps carrying him swiftly over towards where she was on her bed, his intent clear as he approached.
His thoughts and actions overtaken by his anger, he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her off the bed, shoving her towards the wall where he pushed her back against the stone, stepping in close.
“You abandoned me.” He growled again, not thinking clearly or he might have noticed the bruises, might have asked her where she was and why she had been avoiding him before he took such drastic measures, but Hena was easily worked up, and when his anger sunk it’s claws into him, it took over.
“You promised me. And then you abandoned me.” He said, his voice turning low, which was more dangerous than his growling anger just a few seconds earlier.
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The past month or so had been a rough one for Hena. As if it wasn’t hard enough that he was suddenly thrown into the position of heir, his every move being watched by his father, his days being taken over by lessons from him, and being sent for lessons with other notable men that his father thought would teach the boy important things. But he had done it all without his sister and closest friend by his side.
As he stormed down the halls and toward her room, he recalled the first night they had found out that their brother was not going to be part of their family and Hena was to take mantle of heir. He remembered the anger that had filled him, and how it had been Nia who had finally calmed the raging storm that was inside the boy. How they had gone to the tavern, and despite the alcohol and opium that had been running through his veins, he clearly remembered her words.
'I would never abandon you, Hena... Never, you understand? I don’t care what happens in the future, I will always be there for you. You are more dear to me than anyone else in this word. Nothing will ever change that.'
Those words had been ringing in his ears for the past few weeks, as he found no sign of his sister, and felt a desperate loneliness that struck him to his core. Akhenaten had never been someone who needed anyone’s company but his own, not truly. Sure he enjoyed attention, but no one in his life had meant anything. No one but his sister. And without her, everything felt wrong. Food held no taste, wine held no buzz, even opium had lost it’s edge.
He had been sad at first, but as more time passed without her presence at his side, the sadness had grown into anger and it had gathered and gathered inside him until this moment. Now, if word was true and he found his sister in her room, she was going to experience being on the other side of Hena’s anger for the first time in her life. She had never been the target of his aggression, not even close, but right now all he saw was red. She had abandoned him, turned her back on him without a second thought.
He arrived in front of her door for just a moment, watching as the servants in the hallway seemed to scurry away quickly, all of them recognizing the fire behind his eyes.
The past month and a half had been hard on Hena, and as such there had been subtle changes to the boy. He looked less like a young boy and more like a grown man, there was a bit of age to his normally youthful face, and he seemed to have bulked out just a bit more with all that he was made to do. He hadn’t noticed the changes in himself, but others had commented. The one thing he had managed to avoid was his father’s instance that he cut his hair.
He pulled his gaze from the slaves as they hurried away, and instead his anger swelled once more. He lifted his hand and grabbed the door handle, slamming the wooden door open with ease, a fire was behind his eyes, one that clearly burned of pure anger.
“Sister.” He hissed out between gritted teeth, stepping into the room, his steps carrying him swiftly over towards where she was on her bed, his intent clear as he approached.
His thoughts and actions overtaken by his anger, he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her off the bed, shoving her towards the wall where he pushed her back against the stone, stepping in close.
“You abandoned me.” He growled again, not thinking clearly or he might have noticed the bruises, might have asked her where she was and why she had been avoiding him before he took such drastic measures, but Hena was easily worked up, and when his anger sunk it’s claws into him, it took over.
“You promised me. And then you abandoned me.” He said, his voice turning low, which was more dangerous than his growling anger just a few seconds earlier.
The past month or so had been a rough one for Hena. As if it wasn’t hard enough that he was suddenly thrown into the position of heir, his every move being watched by his father, his days being taken over by lessons from him, and being sent for lessons with other notable men that his father thought would teach the boy important things. But he had done it all without his sister and closest friend by his side.
As he stormed down the halls and toward her room, he recalled the first night they had found out that their brother was not going to be part of their family and Hena was to take mantle of heir. He remembered the anger that had filled him, and how it had been Nia who had finally calmed the raging storm that was inside the boy. How they had gone to the tavern, and despite the alcohol and opium that had been running through his veins, he clearly remembered her words.
'I would never abandon you, Hena... Never, you understand? I don’t care what happens in the future, I will always be there for you. You are more dear to me than anyone else in this word. Nothing will ever change that.'
Those words had been ringing in his ears for the past few weeks, as he found no sign of his sister, and felt a desperate loneliness that struck him to his core. Akhenaten had never been someone who needed anyone’s company but his own, not truly. Sure he enjoyed attention, but no one in his life had meant anything. No one but his sister. And without her, everything felt wrong. Food held no taste, wine held no buzz, even opium had lost it’s edge.
He had been sad at first, but as more time passed without her presence at his side, the sadness had grown into anger and it had gathered and gathered inside him until this moment. Now, if word was true and he found his sister in her room, she was going to experience being on the other side of Hena’s anger for the first time in her life. She had never been the target of his aggression, not even close, but right now all he saw was red. She had abandoned him, turned her back on him without a second thought.
He arrived in front of her door for just a moment, watching as the servants in the hallway seemed to scurry away quickly, all of them recognizing the fire behind his eyes.
The past month and a half had been hard on Hena, and as such there had been subtle changes to the boy. He looked less like a young boy and more like a grown man, there was a bit of age to his normally youthful face, and he seemed to have bulked out just a bit more with all that he was made to do. He hadn’t noticed the changes in himself, but others had commented. The one thing he had managed to avoid was his father’s instance that he cut his hair.
He pulled his gaze from the slaves as they hurried away, and instead his anger swelled once more. He lifted his hand and grabbed the door handle, slamming the wooden door open with ease, a fire was behind his eyes, one that clearly burned of pure anger.
“Sister.” He hissed out between gritted teeth, stepping into the room, his steps carrying him swiftly over towards where she was on her bed, his intent clear as he approached.
His thoughts and actions overtaken by his anger, he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her off the bed, shoving her towards the wall where he pushed her back against the stone, stepping in close.
“You abandoned me.” He growled again, not thinking clearly or he might have noticed the bruises, might have asked her where she was and why she had been avoiding him before he took such drastic measures, but Hena was easily worked up, and when his anger sunk it’s claws into him, it took over.
“You promised me. And then you abandoned me.” He said, his voice turning low, which was more dangerous than his growling anger just a few seconds earlier.
When Hena stormed into the room, it took her a moment to even realize who it was, the lash of his fury something she’d never tasted before. Senses dulled by the substances she’d partaken of that night, Nia was sluggish to respond at first, her mind refusing to connect her normal vision of her brother with the reality of what was happening now.
His grip on her arm was bruisingly tight, the young woman crying out in protest when he hauled her to her feet. What was he doing? How could he treat her like this? Nia had seen the effects of his temper before, had watched him berate the slaves, but this was unimaginable. He’d never lashed out at her like this. What could possibly have come over him?
Thrown against the wall, her eyes widened in abject terror, Iahotep’s visage briefly seeming to rest over top of her brother’s. The look on Hena’s face was far too similar to the rage on the Pharaoh’s that, for several moments, she found herself unable to even move. Her breath came in shallow gasps, her heart picking up its pace to the point where she could hear it in her own ears. Trembling with her back pressed to the wall, Nia remained frozen for several long moments before she finally regained a semblance of control over herself.
“Hena, stop, you’re hurting me,” was her broken plea, her free arm reaching up to shield her face. Tears coursed freely down her cheeks, body throbbing where he’d hurled her against the stone. Gods, if he knew what she’d been through, if he had any idea…
“Please let go…” Her voice was pitiful, punctuated with an exhaled sob. There was no fight in her, not after that fateful night that wasn’t so very long ago. Once, she might have responded with fire and spitting fury, shoving him against the opposite wall with all the force he’d shown her. But now…
Now, she shook and cowered before him, vivid flashes of recall invading her mind. Akhenaten H’Sheifa was a far cry from the sadistic personality of the Pharaoh, but in this moment, with a dangerous rage rumbling in his words and vicious ire shining in his eyes, her trauma couldn’t help but equate the two.
“I haven’t abandoned you, please,” she whispered in that same soft tone, so similar to the cajoling voice she used on Iahotep when his rage found an outlet with her. “There are- there are things I can’t tell you, Hena. Things that could get us both killed if you knew. You have to believe me.” Overflowing eyes met his in desperate entreaty, begging him to listen. “Please, I haven’t had a choice…”
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When Hena stormed into the room, it took her a moment to even realize who it was, the lash of his fury something she’d never tasted before. Senses dulled by the substances she’d partaken of that night, Nia was sluggish to respond at first, her mind refusing to connect her normal vision of her brother with the reality of what was happening now.
His grip on her arm was bruisingly tight, the young woman crying out in protest when he hauled her to her feet. What was he doing? How could he treat her like this? Nia had seen the effects of his temper before, had watched him berate the slaves, but this was unimaginable. He’d never lashed out at her like this. What could possibly have come over him?
Thrown against the wall, her eyes widened in abject terror, Iahotep’s visage briefly seeming to rest over top of her brother’s. The look on Hena’s face was far too similar to the rage on the Pharaoh’s that, for several moments, she found herself unable to even move. Her breath came in shallow gasps, her heart picking up its pace to the point where she could hear it in her own ears. Trembling with her back pressed to the wall, Nia remained frozen for several long moments before she finally regained a semblance of control over herself.
“Hena, stop, you’re hurting me,” was her broken plea, her free arm reaching up to shield her face. Tears coursed freely down her cheeks, body throbbing where he’d hurled her against the stone. Gods, if he knew what she’d been through, if he had any idea…
“Please let go…” Her voice was pitiful, punctuated with an exhaled sob. There was no fight in her, not after that fateful night that wasn’t so very long ago. Once, she might have responded with fire and spitting fury, shoving him against the opposite wall with all the force he’d shown her. But now…
Now, she shook and cowered before him, vivid flashes of recall invading her mind. Akhenaten H’Sheifa was a far cry from the sadistic personality of the Pharaoh, but in this moment, with a dangerous rage rumbling in his words and vicious ire shining in his eyes, her trauma couldn’t help but equate the two.
“I haven’t abandoned you, please,” she whispered in that same soft tone, so similar to the cajoling voice she used on Iahotep when his rage found an outlet with her. “There are- there are things I can’t tell you, Hena. Things that could get us both killed if you knew. You have to believe me.” Overflowing eyes met his in desperate entreaty, begging him to listen. “Please, I haven’t had a choice…”
When Hena stormed into the room, it took her a moment to even realize who it was, the lash of his fury something she’d never tasted before. Senses dulled by the substances she’d partaken of that night, Nia was sluggish to respond at first, her mind refusing to connect her normal vision of her brother with the reality of what was happening now.
His grip on her arm was bruisingly tight, the young woman crying out in protest when he hauled her to her feet. What was he doing? How could he treat her like this? Nia had seen the effects of his temper before, had watched him berate the slaves, but this was unimaginable. He’d never lashed out at her like this. What could possibly have come over him?
Thrown against the wall, her eyes widened in abject terror, Iahotep’s visage briefly seeming to rest over top of her brother’s. The look on Hena’s face was far too similar to the rage on the Pharaoh’s that, for several moments, she found herself unable to even move. Her breath came in shallow gasps, her heart picking up its pace to the point where she could hear it in her own ears. Trembling with her back pressed to the wall, Nia remained frozen for several long moments before she finally regained a semblance of control over herself.
“Hena, stop, you’re hurting me,” was her broken plea, her free arm reaching up to shield her face. Tears coursed freely down her cheeks, body throbbing where he’d hurled her against the stone. Gods, if he knew what she’d been through, if he had any idea…
“Please let go…” Her voice was pitiful, punctuated with an exhaled sob. There was no fight in her, not after that fateful night that wasn’t so very long ago. Once, she might have responded with fire and spitting fury, shoving him against the opposite wall with all the force he’d shown her. But now…
Now, she shook and cowered before him, vivid flashes of recall invading her mind. Akhenaten H’Sheifa was a far cry from the sadistic personality of the Pharaoh, but in this moment, with a dangerous rage rumbling in his words and vicious ire shining in his eyes, her trauma couldn’t help but equate the two.
“I haven’t abandoned you, please,” she whispered in that same soft tone, so similar to the cajoling voice she used on Iahotep when his rage found an outlet with her. “There are- there are things I can’t tell you, Hena. Things that could get us both killed if you knew. You have to believe me.” Overflowing eyes met his in desperate entreaty, begging him to listen. “Please, I haven’t had a choice…”
The pure terror and panic rolling off his sister only seemed to feed the red hot anger that burned inside him now. He wasn’t in control, his anger was, or else he would have backed off his sister, apologized for his actions and talked to her instead. But his anger didn’t subside, it had the Lord blinded to the current situation. His mind only focused on the complete anger that devoured him now.
Akhenaten didn’t stop when his sister begged him to, instead he kept his grip tight on her arm, keeping her pressed back against the wall right where he wanted her. He didn’t raise his other hand to strike her, at least not yet. His anger wasn’t quite at the level where he would hurt his sister beyond the grip on her arm and her back against the wall.
“If you wish for me to let you go, you will tell me. Why have you abandoned me.” He growled, his intent clear. He would get answers from his sister, or he would not let her go. If she continued to thwart him, she risked pushing his anger further and causing him to actually hurt her. Something he didn’t want to do to, and if he was in control, it was something he definitely wouldn’t do. As it was, there was no sign of the brother Nia knew and loved in his eyes, there was only pure anger.
“Tell me why you have abandoned the brother you claim to love, what reason could possibly be so important that you would just cut me from your life!” He said, voice raising again as his anger grew once more at not receiving an answer yet.
He pulled her once more by the arm, tossing her back on her bed, standing in front of her. In the back of his mind he knew he should calm down, should rationally talk to his sister and find out what was happening, that he should notice the terror on her face and take pity on her and realize how he was scaring her.
But the anger in the forefront of his mind kept those rational thoughts at bay, and Nia would need to give him a satisfying answer if she wished to assuage the anger and calm him down. Though at this point, he had no idea what she could even say to him that would be a good enough excuse for forgetting her brother. Especially after all the promises that she had made, after all she had said that first day when they had found out about Sutekh and found out that Hena would one day run the Hei.
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The pure terror and panic rolling off his sister only seemed to feed the red hot anger that burned inside him now. He wasn’t in control, his anger was, or else he would have backed off his sister, apologized for his actions and talked to her instead. But his anger didn’t subside, it had the Lord blinded to the current situation. His mind only focused on the complete anger that devoured him now.
Akhenaten didn’t stop when his sister begged him to, instead he kept his grip tight on her arm, keeping her pressed back against the wall right where he wanted her. He didn’t raise his other hand to strike her, at least not yet. His anger wasn’t quite at the level where he would hurt his sister beyond the grip on her arm and her back against the wall.
“If you wish for me to let you go, you will tell me. Why have you abandoned me.” He growled, his intent clear. He would get answers from his sister, or he would not let her go. If she continued to thwart him, she risked pushing his anger further and causing him to actually hurt her. Something he didn’t want to do to, and if he was in control, it was something he definitely wouldn’t do. As it was, there was no sign of the brother Nia knew and loved in his eyes, there was only pure anger.
“Tell me why you have abandoned the brother you claim to love, what reason could possibly be so important that you would just cut me from your life!” He said, voice raising again as his anger grew once more at not receiving an answer yet.
He pulled her once more by the arm, tossing her back on her bed, standing in front of her. In the back of his mind he knew he should calm down, should rationally talk to his sister and find out what was happening, that he should notice the terror on her face and take pity on her and realize how he was scaring her.
But the anger in the forefront of his mind kept those rational thoughts at bay, and Nia would need to give him a satisfying answer if she wished to assuage the anger and calm him down. Though at this point, he had no idea what she could even say to him that would be a good enough excuse for forgetting her brother. Especially after all the promises that she had made, after all she had said that first day when they had found out about Sutekh and found out that Hena would one day run the Hei.
The pure terror and panic rolling off his sister only seemed to feed the red hot anger that burned inside him now. He wasn’t in control, his anger was, or else he would have backed off his sister, apologized for his actions and talked to her instead. But his anger didn’t subside, it had the Lord blinded to the current situation. His mind only focused on the complete anger that devoured him now.
Akhenaten didn’t stop when his sister begged him to, instead he kept his grip tight on her arm, keeping her pressed back against the wall right where he wanted her. He didn’t raise his other hand to strike her, at least not yet. His anger wasn’t quite at the level where he would hurt his sister beyond the grip on her arm and her back against the wall.
“If you wish for me to let you go, you will tell me. Why have you abandoned me.” He growled, his intent clear. He would get answers from his sister, or he would not let her go. If she continued to thwart him, she risked pushing his anger further and causing him to actually hurt her. Something he didn’t want to do to, and if he was in control, it was something he definitely wouldn’t do. As it was, there was no sign of the brother Nia knew and loved in his eyes, there was only pure anger.
“Tell me why you have abandoned the brother you claim to love, what reason could possibly be so important that you would just cut me from your life!” He said, voice raising again as his anger grew once more at not receiving an answer yet.
He pulled her once more by the arm, tossing her back on her bed, standing in front of her. In the back of his mind he knew he should calm down, should rationally talk to his sister and find out what was happening, that he should notice the terror on her face and take pity on her and realize how he was scaring her.
But the anger in the forefront of his mind kept those rational thoughts at bay, and Nia would need to give him a satisfying answer if she wished to assuage the anger and calm him down. Though at this point, he had no idea what she could even say to him that would be a good enough excuse for forgetting her brother. Especially after all the promises that she had made, after all she had said that first day when they had found out about Sutekh and found out that Hena would one day run the Hei.
Nia cowered on the bed, arms raised to shield her face before her brother’s rage.
This wasn’t her Hena, the selfish and impulsive, but ultimately still sweet, youngest child of Hei Sheifa. Her brother would never do this to her, would never frighten or threaten her like this. Had something taken him over? Had someone replaced him and found a way to wear his face?
Perhaps this was just a nightmare, conjured by the feverish anxiety that constantly plagued every moment of Neithotep’s life. If she focused on it, if she prayed hard enough, she’d wake back up into a world that made more sense than the one where her best friend would treat her so cruelly.
Wake up, Nia. Wake. Up.
But of course, she didn’t. This wasn’t a dream that she could simply yank herself out of with enough self-awareness. This was reality, if a reality turned upside down by vicious circumstance. She understood better than anyone Hena’s sense of isolation, but why could he not accept that she had done it for his own good? Close for so many years, sharing everything between them, why could he not understand that this was all for a reason? How could he not determine there was something very wrong?
She couldn’t just tell him the truth, not without putting him in danger. But what other choice did she have? If she didn’t come up with some plausible reason soon, she was afraid he was going to actually hurt her, that she’d end up like the slave whose face he’d marred over something so petty as his hair. Nia couldn’t handle another man causing her pain, especially not this one.
So, what was she to do?
If she lied, he’d surely see through it, and his fury would only get worse. What lie could she possibly tell that would explain her absence enough to justify her recent distance? She’d always been able to calm his temper before, but now…
Tears streamed freely down her face as she slowly uncovered it, the young noblewoman’s cheeks red and swollen. After a display like this, she didn’t know that she’d ever be able to trust Akhenaten again, but surely he deserved something, some reasoning for why she’d seemingly left him behind. How could she even begin to explain…
“If I tell you, you can’t tell anyone,” she cautioned, her voice hoarse and her eyes wary. “You cannot take action, and you cannot do anything about it, do you understand? When I say it could get you killed it, I mean it. I’m not saying that to placate you.” Swallowing her tears, she sat up a little straighter. Sniffling, she bit her lip before she added, “It could get me killed, too.”
Hopelessness and despair both rang through her speech in spades, her expression mournful as she dropped her kalasiris enough for him to see the bruises that decorated her chest.
Meeting his eyes and waiting for his response, she added, “I wish you would just trust me. Have I ever let you down before?”
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Nia cowered on the bed, arms raised to shield her face before her brother’s rage.
This wasn’t her Hena, the selfish and impulsive, but ultimately still sweet, youngest child of Hei Sheifa. Her brother would never do this to her, would never frighten or threaten her like this. Had something taken him over? Had someone replaced him and found a way to wear his face?
Perhaps this was just a nightmare, conjured by the feverish anxiety that constantly plagued every moment of Neithotep’s life. If she focused on it, if she prayed hard enough, she’d wake back up into a world that made more sense than the one where her best friend would treat her so cruelly.
Wake up, Nia. Wake. Up.
But of course, she didn’t. This wasn’t a dream that she could simply yank herself out of with enough self-awareness. This was reality, if a reality turned upside down by vicious circumstance. She understood better than anyone Hena’s sense of isolation, but why could he not accept that she had done it for his own good? Close for so many years, sharing everything between them, why could he not understand that this was all for a reason? How could he not determine there was something very wrong?
She couldn’t just tell him the truth, not without putting him in danger. But what other choice did she have? If she didn’t come up with some plausible reason soon, she was afraid he was going to actually hurt her, that she’d end up like the slave whose face he’d marred over something so petty as his hair. Nia couldn’t handle another man causing her pain, especially not this one.
So, what was she to do?
If she lied, he’d surely see through it, and his fury would only get worse. What lie could she possibly tell that would explain her absence enough to justify her recent distance? She’d always been able to calm his temper before, but now…
Tears streamed freely down her face as she slowly uncovered it, the young noblewoman’s cheeks red and swollen. After a display like this, she didn’t know that she’d ever be able to trust Akhenaten again, but surely he deserved something, some reasoning for why she’d seemingly left him behind. How could she even begin to explain…
“If I tell you, you can’t tell anyone,” she cautioned, her voice hoarse and her eyes wary. “You cannot take action, and you cannot do anything about it, do you understand? When I say it could get you killed it, I mean it. I’m not saying that to placate you.” Swallowing her tears, she sat up a little straighter. Sniffling, she bit her lip before she added, “It could get me killed, too.”
Hopelessness and despair both rang through her speech in spades, her expression mournful as she dropped her kalasiris enough for him to see the bruises that decorated her chest.
Meeting his eyes and waiting for his response, she added, “I wish you would just trust me. Have I ever let you down before?”
Nia cowered on the bed, arms raised to shield her face before her brother’s rage.
This wasn’t her Hena, the selfish and impulsive, but ultimately still sweet, youngest child of Hei Sheifa. Her brother would never do this to her, would never frighten or threaten her like this. Had something taken him over? Had someone replaced him and found a way to wear his face?
Perhaps this was just a nightmare, conjured by the feverish anxiety that constantly plagued every moment of Neithotep’s life. If she focused on it, if she prayed hard enough, she’d wake back up into a world that made more sense than the one where her best friend would treat her so cruelly.
Wake up, Nia. Wake. Up.
But of course, she didn’t. This wasn’t a dream that she could simply yank herself out of with enough self-awareness. This was reality, if a reality turned upside down by vicious circumstance. She understood better than anyone Hena’s sense of isolation, but why could he not accept that she had done it for his own good? Close for so many years, sharing everything between them, why could he not understand that this was all for a reason? How could he not determine there was something very wrong?
She couldn’t just tell him the truth, not without putting him in danger. But what other choice did she have? If she didn’t come up with some plausible reason soon, she was afraid he was going to actually hurt her, that she’d end up like the slave whose face he’d marred over something so petty as his hair. Nia couldn’t handle another man causing her pain, especially not this one.
So, what was she to do?
If she lied, he’d surely see through it, and his fury would only get worse. What lie could she possibly tell that would explain her absence enough to justify her recent distance? She’d always been able to calm his temper before, but now…
Tears streamed freely down her face as she slowly uncovered it, the young noblewoman’s cheeks red and swollen. After a display like this, she didn’t know that she’d ever be able to trust Akhenaten again, but surely he deserved something, some reasoning for why she’d seemingly left him behind. How could she even begin to explain…
“If I tell you, you can’t tell anyone,” she cautioned, her voice hoarse and her eyes wary. “You cannot take action, and you cannot do anything about it, do you understand? When I say it could get you killed it, I mean it. I’m not saying that to placate you.” Swallowing her tears, she sat up a little straighter. Sniffling, she bit her lip before she added, “It could get me killed, too.”
Hopelessness and despair both rang through her speech in spades, her expression mournful as she dropped her kalasiris enough for him to see the bruises that decorated her chest.
Meeting his eyes and waiting for his response, she added, “I wish you would just trust me. Have I ever let you down before?”
Hena listened, could hear the despair in his sisters voice, and as she seemed ready to co-operate with him, his anger started calming. At the sight of her tears and the bruises she showed, he moved to sit beside her. Akhenaten reached over and gently wiped away her tears with his thumb, gently cupping her cheek he tilted his sisters head so she was looking over at him fully.
“Who did this to you.” He demanded, his voice seemingly calm, but once more the anger seethed behind it, only this time it wasn’t directed to his precious sister, but instead at who ever had dared to hurt her. He knew she had said he couldn’t take action, but he had never actually promised he wouldn’t. He would see what happened, who it was who hurt her and he would determine for himself if he would take action, and what that action might be.
At this moment, he wasn’t even thinking about how much he might have scared her, or if he had hurt her with his previous actions. She knew of his anger, and while this was the first time that she had been on receiving end of it, she had seen it many times before, and knew that things could have been much worse when it came to his temper.
He dropped his hand from her cheek and shook his head.
“You had not let me down before. Until you did. You promised me you would still be here for me, and you haven’t. I’ve had to deal with all of this, and haven’t even had my sister at my side to make it bearable.” He said simply, a bit of hurt in his voice as he spoke. He felt truly betrayed by her in the moment, like she had been avoiding him on purpose. He needed to know what had kept her from him, and who had hurt her so bad.
“I am willing to put these things behind us, if you can tell me why you have left me to shoulder these things on my own.” He said, not having fully forgiven her yet, not until he knew she truly had a good reason. Those bruises could be a voluntary thing for all he knew. He needed to hear in her own words what it was that kept her away from her brother. At least for now his anger had subsided, as long as she was willing to talk to him and co-operate with what he wanted.
He hadn’t really be thinking about the fact that he might scare his sister with his anger, in fact he hadn’t really been thinking at all. The anger had just taken over, the rage had been in control and it was like someone other than Hena was in control of his body. He wouldn’t apologize though, he didn’t think that it was necessary. At least not yet, Akhenaten didn’t apologize for things, not often at least. If he did, it was because he truly felt it deserved an apology.
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Hena listened, could hear the despair in his sisters voice, and as she seemed ready to co-operate with him, his anger started calming. At the sight of her tears and the bruises she showed, he moved to sit beside her. Akhenaten reached over and gently wiped away her tears with his thumb, gently cupping her cheek he tilted his sisters head so she was looking over at him fully.
“Who did this to you.” He demanded, his voice seemingly calm, but once more the anger seethed behind it, only this time it wasn’t directed to his precious sister, but instead at who ever had dared to hurt her. He knew she had said he couldn’t take action, but he had never actually promised he wouldn’t. He would see what happened, who it was who hurt her and he would determine for himself if he would take action, and what that action might be.
At this moment, he wasn’t even thinking about how much he might have scared her, or if he had hurt her with his previous actions. She knew of his anger, and while this was the first time that she had been on receiving end of it, she had seen it many times before, and knew that things could have been much worse when it came to his temper.
He dropped his hand from her cheek and shook his head.
“You had not let me down before. Until you did. You promised me you would still be here for me, and you haven’t. I’ve had to deal with all of this, and haven’t even had my sister at my side to make it bearable.” He said simply, a bit of hurt in his voice as he spoke. He felt truly betrayed by her in the moment, like she had been avoiding him on purpose. He needed to know what had kept her from him, and who had hurt her so bad.
“I am willing to put these things behind us, if you can tell me why you have left me to shoulder these things on my own.” He said, not having fully forgiven her yet, not until he knew she truly had a good reason. Those bruises could be a voluntary thing for all he knew. He needed to hear in her own words what it was that kept her away from her brother. At least for now his anger had subsided, as long as she was willing to talk to him and co-operate with what he wanted.
He hadn’t really be thinking about the fact that he might scare his sister with his anger, in fact he hadn’t really been thinking at all. The anger had just taken over, the rage had been in control and it was like someone other than Hena was in control of his body. He wouldn’t apologize though, he didn’t think that it was necessary. At least not yet, Akhenaten didn’t apologize for things, not often at least. If he did, it was because he truly felt it deserved an apology.
Hena listened, could hear the despair in his sisters voice, and as she seemed ready to co-operate with him, his anger started calming. At the sight of her tears and the bruises she showed, he moved to sit beside her. Akhenaten reached over and gently wiped away her tears with his thumb, gently cupping her cheek he tilted his sisters head so she was looking over at him fully.
“Who did this to you.” He demanded, his voice seemingly calm, but once more the anger seethed behind it, only this time it wasn’t directed to his precious sister, but instead at who ever had dared to hurt her. He knew she had said he couldn’t take action, but he had never actually promised he wouldn’t. He would see what happened, who it was who hurt her and he would determine for himself if he would take action, and what that action might be.
At this moment, he wasn’t even thinking about how much he might have scared her, or if he had hurt her with his previous actions. She knew of his anger, and while this was the first time that she had been on receiving end of it, she had seen it many times before, and knew that things could have been much worse when it came to his temper.
He dropped his hand from her cheek and shook his head.
“You had not let me down before. Until you did. You promised me you would still be here for me, and you haven’t. I’ve had to deal with all of this, and haven’t even had my sister at my side to make it bearable.” He said simply, a bit of hurt in his voice as he spoke. He felt truly betrayed by her in the moment, like she had been avoiding him on purpose. He needed to know what had kept her from him, and who had hurt her so bad.
“I am willing to put these things behind us, if you can tell me why you have left me to shoulder these things on my own.” He said, not having fully forgiven her yet, not until he knew she truly had a good reason. Those bruises could be a voluntary thing for all he knew. He needed to hear in her own words what it was that kept her away from her brother. At least for now his anger had subsided, as long as she was willing to talk to him and co-operate with what he wanted.
He hadn’t really be thinking about the fact that he might scare his sister with his anger, in fact he hadn’t really been thinking at all. The anger had just taken over, the rage had been in control and it was like someone other than Hena was in control of his body. He wouldn’t apologize though, he didn’t think that it was necessary. At least not yet, Akhenaten didn’t apologize for things, not often at least. If he did, it was because he truly felt it deserved an apology.
Nia flinched instinctively from his touch—with the display he’d just shown her, she was still in pure reaction mode. With the abuse she’d endured in the past weeks, a man coming at her in such a way, particularly a man she’d always trusted… She eyed her brother warily. How could he still remain suspicious of her after what she’d just revealed to him? How could he still feel betrayed?
And while his temper seemed to have cooled, he kept demanding answers and explanations. She knew that much, at least, he deserved. It was true they’d been inseparable for years, and she could only guess at how he must feel at her sudden absence. Nia imagined it was much how she felt. Isolated. Scared. Alone.
But, while his isolation resulted in learning and responsibility, hers resulted in fear. Paranoia. A lingering uncertainty as to when she would be summoned again, when she would be called on to participate in the most heinous of acts while she smiled and pretended to enjoy them. She remained isolated under the thumb of a sadistic psychopath, while he remained isolated under the thumb of their parents. Really, there was little comparison, and she couldn’t help but feel a measure of resentment toward his self-centered tantrum.
There was some sympathy for his plight, sure, but overshadowing that sympathy was the disappointment and frustration that he would not simply take her at her word. When had she ever lied to him before? When had she ever kept herself away from him? Shouldn’t that alone speak for itself at the severity of her situation? Did he really think she would abandon him by choice?
“Akhenaten,” she said with a tremble in her voice, the use of his full name conveying her seriousness in a way nothing else could. When was the last time she had ever called him aught but his nickname? “When I tell you I wish I could have been here with you, for you, you have to believe that is the truth. What I go through now, I do not endure by choice.”
The fact that he still looked at her with such doubt tore a hole in her heart. After all these years, everything they’d been through, and at the first sign of something wrong, this was his reaction?
She was even more alone than she thought.
Nia knew she could not reveal Iahotep by name—his spies were numerous, and for all she knew, they lingered even within her own family’s walls. Why should they not? Who would think to disobey their King of Kings, loyalty to Hei Sheifa aside?
But perhaps she could give him clues, hints at his identity, so that he might draw his own conclusions. After all, even the Queen already knew, what difference would it make if her own brother guessed who it was that kept her so often behind closed doors?
Unless Hena got the brilliant idea to do something about it himself. That was about the last complication their family needed.
“A powerful man did this,” she finally whispered, pulling the fabric of her gown back up to cover herself. “A very powerful man. A man no one can stop. Not you. Not Father. No one, do you understand?”
Her dark gaze met his, fervently pleading for his comprehension. “A man that could destroy my life, yours, anyone’s around me. Much like Mother’s life was taken out of her own hands so many years ago.”
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Nia flinched instinctively from his touch—with the display he’d just shown her, she was still in pure reaction mode. With the abuse she’d endured in the past weeks, a man coming at her in such a way, particularly a man she’d always trusted… She eyed her brother warily. How could he still remain suspicious of her after what she’d just revealed to him? How could he still feel betrayed?
And while his temper seemed to have cooled, he kept demanding answers and explanations. She knew that much, at least, he deserved. It was true they’d been inseparable for years, and she could only guess at how he must feel at her sudden absence. Nia imagined it was much how she felt. Isolated. Scared. Alone.
But, while his isolation resulted in learning and responsibility, hers resulted in fear. Paranoia. A lingering uncertainty as to when she would be summoned again, when she would be called on to participate in the most heinous of acts while she smiled and pretended to enjoy them. She remained isolated under the thumb of a sadistic psychopath, while he remained isolated under the thumb of their parents. Really, there was little comparison, and she couldn’t help but feel a measure of resentment toward his self-centered tantrum.
There was some sympathy for his plight, sure, but overshadowing that sympathy was the disappointment and frustration that he would not simply take her at her word. When had she ever lied to him before? When had she ever kept herself away from him? Shouldn’t that alone speak for itself at the severity of her situation? Did he really think she would abandon him by choice?
“Akhenaten,” she said with a tremble in her voice, the use of his full name conveying her seriousness in a way nothing else could. When was the last time she had ever called him aught but his nickname? “When I tell you I wish I could have been here with you, for you, you have to believe that is the truth. What I go through now, I do not endure by choice.”
The fact that he still looked at her with such doubt tore a hole in her heart. After all these years, everything they’d been through, and at the first sign of something wrong, this was his reaction?
She was even more alone than she thought.
Nia knew she could not reveal Iahotep by name—his spies were numerous, and for all she knew, they lingered even within her own family’s walls. Why should they not? Who would think to disobey their King of Kings, loyalty to Hei Sheifa aside?
But perhaps she could give him clues, hints at his identity, so that he might draw his own conclusions. After all, even the Queen already knew, what difference would it make if her own brother guessed who it was that kept her so often behind closed doors?
Unless Hena got the brilliant idea to do something about it himself. That was about the last complication their family needed.
“A powerful man did this,” she finally whispered, pulling the fabric of her gown back up to cover herself. “A very powerful man. A man no one can stop. Not you. Not Father. No one, do you understand?”
Her dark gaze met his, fervently pleading for his comprehension. “A man that could destroy my life, yours, anyone’s around me. Much like Mother’s life was taken out of her own hands so many years ago.”
Nia flinched instinctively from his touch—with the display he’d just shown her, she was still in pure reaction mode. With the abuse she’d endured in the past weeks, a man coming at her in such a way, particularly a man she’d always trusted… She eyed her brother warily. How could he still remain suspicious of her after what she’d just revealed to him? How could he still feel betrayed?
And while his temper seemed to have cooled, he kept demanding answers and explanations. She knew that much, at least, he deserved. It was true they’d been inseparable for years, and she could only guess at how he must feel at her sudden absence. Nia imagined it was much how she felt. Isolated. Scared. Alone.
But, while his isolation resulted in learning and responsibility, hers resulted in fear. Paranoia. A lingering uncertainty as to when she would be summoned again, when she would be called on to participate in the most heinous of acts while she smiled and pretended to enjoy them. She remained isolated under the thumb of a sadistic psychopath, while he remained isolated under the thumb of their parents. Really, there was little comparison, and she couldn’t help but feel a measure of resentment toward his self-centered tantrum.
There was some sympathy for his plight, sure, but overshadowing that sympathy was the disappointment and frustration that he would not simply take her at her word. When had she ever lied to him before? When had she ever kept herself away from him? Shouldn’t that alone speak for itself at the severity of her situation? Did he really think she would abandon him by choice?
“Akhenaten,” she said with a tremble in her voice, the use of his full name conveying her seriousness in a way nothing else could. When was the last time she had ever called him aught but his nickname? “When I tell you I wish I could have been here with you, for you, you have to believe that is the truth. What I go through now, I do not endure by choice.”
The fact that he still looked at her with such doubt tore a hole in her heart. After all these years, everything they’d been through, and at the first sign of something wrong, this was his reaction?
She was even more alone than she thought.
Nia knew she could not reveal Iahotep by name—his spies were numerous, and for all she knew, they lingered even within her own family’s walls. Why should they not? Who would think to disobey their King of Kings, loyalty to Hei Sheifa aside?
But perhaps she could give him clues, hints at his identity, so that he might draw his own conclusions. After all, even the Queen already knew, what difference would it make if her own brother guessed who it was that kept her so often behind closed doors?
Unless Hena got the brilliant idea to do something about it himself. That was about the last complication their family needed.
“A powerful man did this,” she finally whispered, pulling the fabric of her gown back up to cover herself. “A very powerful man. A man no one can stop. Not you. Not Father. No one, do you understand?”
Her dark gaze met his, fervently pleading for his comprehension. “A man that could destroy my life, yours, anyone’s around me. Much like Mother’s life was taken out of her own hands so many years ago.”
For the most part, all Hena wanted was for his sister to tell him the truth, the full truth as to why she had suddenly disappeared out of his life, especially at a time when he truly needed her the most. She seemed nervous and scared, like she thought he was going to really hurt her. He supposed that there was no real way for her to know he wasn’t, and there was no guarantee that he wouldn’t have hurt her in his state. He wasn’t exactly in control of his actions when it came to his anger, and they both knew that. He supposed that she had a good reason, knowing what she knew about his anger. Hena felt a little bit guilty that he had caused her to feel that way. Only a little bit.
Hena caught on almost instantly to what she was saying, and he felt that rage burning up from the pit of his stomach again. Except this time it was accompanied by another feeling, and it was one that he did not like. The feeling that there was nothing he could do about it, there was nothing he could do to help his sister or punish the one who did this to her. He did not like this helpless feeling. He would need time on his own, to process and to think on what he might possibly be able to do. There had to be something. For now, all he could do was attempt to comfort his sister. He realized now, how bad his angry reaction had been.
“Nia..” He started softly, reaching over to take her hands. He tried to find his words, but apologies were not his forte, he hardly ever gave them. He couldn’t even remember the last time he had ever offered an apology, let alone one that he truly meant.
“I am sorry. For my reaction upon entering your room. It’s… It’s not an excuse, but I was scared. Scared that I was going to lose you. I could not live my life without you.” He said, it was true and simple. He did not know if she would accept his apology, but he hoped so. He never meant to hurt her, especially when she was going through her own stuff. He couldn’t imagine what she must be feeling.
“I know that I can not retaliate or fix things, but is there anything I can do, for you? To ease your nerves?” He asked. Another thing he was not good with, comforting people. Normally he was good with his sister, he would simply take her out drinking or smoking opium and all would be well, but in her current state, he had no idea if that was something she would want. So his solution was to ask her what she wanted, what she needed from her brother to help her in this time. Hena would not let on that he would attempt to find a way to stop what was happening. Nia did not need to know that he was not dropping it.
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For the most part, all Hena wanted was for his sister to tell him the truth, the full truth as to why she had suddenly disappeared out of his life, especially at a time when he truly needed her the most. She seemed nervous and scared, like she thought he was going to really hurt her. He supposed that there was no real way for her to know he wasn’t, and there was no guarantee that he wouldn’t have hurt her in his state. He wasn’t exactly in control of his actions when it came to his anger, and they both knew that. He supposed that she had a good reason, knowing what she knew about his anger. Hena felt a little bit guilty that he had caused her to feel that way. Only a little bit.
Hena caught on almost instantly to what she was saying, and he felt that rage burning up from the pit of his stomach again. Except this time it was accompanied by another feeling, and it was one that he did not like. The feeling that there was nothing he could do about it, there was nothing he could do to help his sister or punish the one who did this to her. He did not like this helpless feeling. He would need time on his own, to process and to think on what he might possibly be able to do. There had to be something. For now, all he could do was attempt to comfort his sister. He realized now, how bad his angry reaction had been.
“Nia..” He started softly, reaching over to take her hands. He tried to find his words, but apologies were not his forte, he hardly ever gave them. He couldn’t even remember the last time he had ever offered an apology, let alone one that he truly meant.
“I am sorry. For my reaction upon entering your room. It’s… It’s not an excuse, but I was scared. Scared that I was going to lose you. I could not live my life without you.” He said, it was true and simple. He did not know if she would accept his apology, but he hoped so. He never meant to hurt her, especially when she was going through her own stuff. He couldn’t imagine what she must be feeling.
“I know that I can not retaliate or fix things, but is there anything I can do, for you? To ease your nerves?” He asked. Another thing he was not good with, comforting people. Normally he was good with his sister, he would simply take her out drinking or smoking opium and all would be well, but in her current state, he had no idea if that was something she would want. So his solution was to ask her what she wanted, what she needed from her brother to help her in this time. Hena would not let on that he would attempt to find a way to stop what was happening. Nia did not need to know that he was not dropping it.
For the most part, all Hena wanted was for his sister to tell him the truth, the full truth as to why she had suddenly disappeared out of his life, especially at a time when he truly needed her the most. She seemed nervous and scared, like she thought he was going to really hurt her. He supposed that there was no real way for her to know he wasn’t, and there was no guarantee that he wouldn’t have hurt her in his state. He wasn’t exactly in control of his actions when it came to his anger, and they both knew that. He supposed that she had a good reason, knowing what she knew about his anger. Hena felt a little bit guilty that he had caused her to feel that way. Only a little bit.
Hena caught on almost instantly to what she was saying, and he felt that rage burning up from the pit of his stomach again. Except this time it was accompanied by another feeling, and it was one that he did not like. The feeling that there was nothing he could do about it, there was nothing he could do to help his sister or punish the one who did this to her. He did not like this helpless feeling. He would need time on his own, to process and to think on what he might possibly be able to do. There had to be something. For now, all he could do was attempt to comfort his sister. He realized now, how bad his angry reaction had been.
“Nia..” He started softly, reaching over to take her hands. He tried to find his words, but apologies were not his forte, he hardly ever gave them. He couldn’t even remember the last time he had ever offered an apology, let alone one that he truly meant.
“I am sorry. For my reaction upon entering your room. It’s… It’s not an excuse, but I was scared. Scared that I was going to lose you. I could not live my life without you.” He said, it was true and simple. He did not know if she would accept his apology, but he hoped so. He never meant to hurt her, especially when she was going through her own stuff. He couldn’t imagine what she must be feeling.
“I know that I can not retaliate or fix things, but is there anything I can do, for you? To ease your nerves?” He asked. Another thing he was not good with, comforting people. Normally he was good with his sister, he would simply take her out drinking or smoking opium and all would be well, but in her current state, he had no idea if that was something she would want. So his solution was to ask her what she wanted, what she needed from her brother to help her in this time. Hena would not let on that he would attempt to find a way to stop what was happening. Nia did not need to know that he was not dropping it.
Nia shivered as if she was cold, wrapping her arms around herself in a fruitless attempt to ease her shaking. All of this was just so overwhelming—her time spent with the Pharaoh was bad enough, but then Hena’s reaction to her absence… was this all simply a nightmare that she’d yet to wake up from? For her own sanity, that’s all she could hope. One day, it all had to end. It had to.
However, it seemed that her brother caught on rather quickly to what she was trying to say, his face colored with contrition. It was an unusual look for him, and that alone told her he did realize what he’d done. Apologies spilling from his lips, he reached to take her hands, and however reluctantly, she let him. It was so rare to hear the younger man say the words, ‘I’m sorry,’ that it held her speechless for several long moments. At least he finally understood. If only he hadn’t come in like that in the first place.
All she wanted was to bury her face in his chest and cry her eyes out, to seek comfort from someone so familiar who knew her inside and out. But her little brother had never been much of a comforter—Nia had usually been the one to take on that role. And even with his apologies, as sincere as they seemed, she was still wary. It was not so easy to erase weeks of trauma with just a few simple words.
“I… I don’t know what can be done,” she whispered, tacitly accepting his apology with a light squeeze of his hands. “I’m scared too, Hena, more scared than I have the words to express. I’d give anything to be there for you right now, to help you and support you through all of this. But I don’t… I don’t even know how to help myself.”
A single tear forced itself from her eye, carving a path down her cheek and dripping onto her collarbone. Tears were such a frequent part of her life now that she paid it no mind, watery eyes catching Hena’s instead. “Just promise me that you will never do what you just did again. I… I couldn’t bear it a second time.” She shuddered profusely as the angered visage of Iahotep briefly flashed through her mind again. “It’s all I can do to keep myself going with such treatment from one man, much less from my own brother.”
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Nia shivered as if she was cold, wrapping her arms around herself in a fruitless attempt to ease her shaking. All of this was just so overwhelming—her time spent with the Pharaoh was bad enough, but then Hena’s reaction to her absence… was this all simply a nightmare that she’d yet to wake up from? For her own sanity, that’s all she could hope. One day, it all had to end. It had to.
However, it seemed that her brother caught on rather quickly to what she was trying to say, his face colored with contrition. It was an unusual look for him, and that alone told her he did realize what he’d done. Apologies spilling from his lips, he reached to take her hands, and however reluctantly, she let him. It was so rare to hear the younger man say the words, ‘I’m sorry,’ that it held her speechless for several long moments. At least he finally understood. If only he hadn’t come in like that in the first place.
All she wanted was to bury her face in his chest and cry her eyes out, to seek comfort from someone so familiar who knew her inside and out. But her little brother had never been much of a comforter—Nia had usually been the one to take on that role. And even with his apologies, as sincere as they seemed, she was still wary. It was not so easy to erase weeks of trauma with just a few simple words.
“I… I don’t know what can be done,” she whispered, tacitly accepting his apology with a light squeeze of his hands. “I’m scared too, Hena, more scared than I have the words to express. I’d give anything to be there for you right now, to help you and support you through all of this. But I don’t… I don’t even know how to help myself.”
A single tear forced itself from her eye, carving a path down her cheek and dripping onto her collarbone. Tears were such a frequent part of her life now that she paid it no mind, watery eyes catching Hena’s instead. “Just promise me that you will never do what you just did again. I… I couldn’t bear it a second time.” She shuddered profusely as the angered visage of Iahotep briefly flashed through her mind again. “It’s all I can do to keep myself going with such treatment from one man, much less from my own brother.”
Nia shivered as if she was cold, wrapping her arms around herself in a fruitless attempt to ease her shaking. All of this was just so overwhelming—her time spent with the Pharaoh was bad enough, but then Hena’s reaction to her absence… was this all simply a nightmare that she’d yet to wake up from? For her own sanity, that’s all she could hope. One day, it all had to end. It had to.
However, it seemed that her brother caught on rather quickly to what she was trying to say, his face colored with contrition. It was an unusual look for him, and that alone told her he did realize what he’d done. Apologies spilling from his lips, he reached to take her hands, and however reluctantly, she let him. It was so rare to hear the younger man say the words, ‘I’m sorry,’ that it held her speechless for several long moments. At least he finally understood. If only he hadn’t come in like that in the first place.
All she wanted was to bury her face in his chest and cry her eyes out, to seek comfort from someone so familiar who knew her inside and out. But her little brother had never been much of a comforter—Nia had usually been the one to take on that role. And even with his apologies, as sincere as they seemed, she was still wary. It was not so easy to erase weeks of trauma with just a few simple words.
“I… I don’t know what can be done,” she whispered, tacitly accepting his apology with a light squeeze of his hands. “I’m scared too, Hena, more scared than I have the words to express. I’d give anything to be there for you right now, to help you and support you through all of this. But I don’t… I don’t even know how to help myself.”
A single tear forced itself from her eye, carving a path down her cheek and dripping onto her collarbone. Tears were such a frequent part of her life now that she paid it no mind, watery eyes catching Hena’s instead. “Just promise me that you will never do what you just did again. I… I couldn’t bear it a second time.” She shuddered profusely as the angered visage of Iahotep briefly flashed through her mind again. “It’s all I can do to keep myself going with such treatment from one man, much less from my own brother.”
Akhenaten wasn’t good at comforting people. He had hardly ever done it, his sister was hardly upset like this, and he could care less about any of his other siblings or family members being upset. The other women in his life had been simple flings, and he could care little about if they were upset or not. A few of them had been, for some reason they thought that they would be able to tie him down. None of them had ever come close.
But now, seeing his sister so upset, he felt a strange sadness, and he had to admit, he did not like the feeling. His life was so tied to his sisters, her happiness meant his happiness. That had been part of the reason he had reacted so strongly, thinking that she had decided to cut him from her life. He couldn’t handle that thought, the thought of having to go on with his life without her. Especially with everything he was dealing with right now.
Now for once, he had to think of someone else’s feelings.
He reached over to wipe the moisture from her cheek as the tear rolled down, and then gently pulled her into a tight hug, allowing her to rest her head on his chest. Such tender things were not normal for Hena, but there was a lot going on lately that was not normal for Hena. He had been feeling things for Ana that he did not want to admit, and things had been ultimately confusing and upsetting. He had simply wanted his sister there for him, but he had forgotten in all of this, that she needed him just as much as he needed her.
“I am here, Nia. What ever I can do for you.” He said simply, knowing that his sister wouldn’t want him to do much, she had already said that there was nothing he could do about the situation, and while she did not need to know that he planned on finding something to do about it, she could at least know that he would be there for support in the mean time.
“There is nothing that is too important for me to drop if you need me.” He assured her, breaking the hug so that he could look her in the eyes to show he meant it. He didn’t care what he was doing in the moment, if Nia needed him, he would be there.
Though he knew that Ana wouldn’t like that if it interrupted anything with them. As much as he had started to care for the woman, it did not compare to the love he held for his sister and best friend.
“I promise. I will not let you be the subject of my wrath again. I just... need you to communicate with me, Nia. The good and the bad.” He said. He couldn’t truly promise his anger wouldn’t get the best of him again, but he would say it for his sisters sake. If she would have just told him what was happening, it never would have come to that. He just needed to know what was happening. He hoped going forward they could go back to sharing everything together.
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Akhenaten wasn’t good at comforting people. He had hardly ever done it, his sister was hardly upset like this, and he could care less about any of his other siblings or family members being upset. The other women in his life had been simple flings, and he could care little about if they were upset or not. A few of them had been, for some reason they thought that they would be able to tie him down. None of them had ever come close.
But now, seeing his sister so upset, he felt a strange sadness, and he had to admit, he did not like the feeling. His life was so tied to his sisters, her happiness meant his happiness. That had been part of the reason he had reacted so strongly, thinking that she had decided to cut him from her life. He couldn’t handle that thought, the thought of having to go on with his life without her. Especially with everything he was dealing with right now.
Now for once, he had to think of someone else’s feelings.
He reached over to wipe the moisture from her cheek as the tear rolled down, and then gently pulled her into a tight hug, allowing her to rest her head on his chest. Such tender things were not normal for Hena, but there was a lot going on lately that was not normal for Hena. He had been feeling things for Ana that he did not want to admit, and things had been ultimately confusing and upsetting. He had simply wanted his sister there for him, but he had forgotten in all of this, that she needed him just as much as he needed her.
“I am here, Nia. What ever I can do for you.” He said simply, knowing that his sister wouldn’t want him to do much, she had already said that there was nothing he could do about the situation, and while she did not need to know that he planned on finding something to do about it, she could at least know that he would be there for support in the mean time.
“There is nothing that is too important for me to drop if you need me.” He assured her, breaking the hug so that he could look her in the eyes to show he meant it. He didn’t care what he was doing in the moment, if Nia needed him, he would be there.
Though he knew that Ana wouldn’t like that if it interrupted anything with them. As much as he had started to care for the woman, it did not compare to the love he held for his sister and best friend.
“I promise. I will not let you be the subject of my wrath again. I just... need you to communicate with me, Nia. The good and the bad.” He said. He couldn’t truly promise his anger wouldn’t get the best of him again, but he would say it for his sisters sake. If she would have just told him what was happening, it never would have come to that. He just needed to know what was happening. He hoped going forward they could go back to sharing everything together.
Akhenaten wasn’t good at comforting people. He had hardly ever done it, his sister was hardly upset like this, and he could care less about any of his other siblings or family members being upset. The other women in his life had been simple flings, and he could care little about if they were upset or not. A few of them had been, for some reason they thought that they would be able to tie him down. None of them had ever come close.
But now, seeing his sister so upset, he felt a strange sadness, and he had to admit, he did not like the feeling. His life was so tied to his sisters, her happiness meant his happiness. That had been part of the reason he had reacted so strongly, thinking that she had decided to cut him from her life. He couldn’t handle that thought, the thought of having to go on with his life without her. Especially with everything he was dealing with right now.
Now for once, he had to think of someone else’s feelings.
He reached over to wipe the moisture from her cheek as the tear rolled down, and then gently pulled her into a tight hug, allowing her to rest her head on his chest. Such tender things were not normal for Hena, but there was a lot going on lately that was not normal for Hena. He had been feeling things for Ana that he did not want to admit, and things had been ultimately confusing and upsetting. He had simply wanted his sister there for him, but he had forgotten in all of this, that she needed him just as much as he needed her.
“I am here, Nia. What ever I can do for you.” He said simply, knowing that his sister wouldn’t want him to do much, she had already said that there was nothing he could do about the situation, and while she did not need to know that he planned on finding something to do about it, she could at least know that he would be there for support in the mean time.
“There is nothing that is too important for me to drop if you need me.” He assured her, breaking the hug so that he could look her in the eyes to show he meant it. He didn’t care what he was doing in the moment, if Nia needed him, he would be there.
Though he knew that Ana wouldn’t like that if it interrupted anything with them. As much as he had started to care for the woman, it did not compare to the love he held for his sister and best friend.
“I promise. I will not let you be the subject of my wrath again. I just... need you to communicate with me, Nia. The good and the bad.” He said. He couldn’t truly promise his anger wouldn’t get the best of him again, but he would say it for his sisters sake. If she would have just told him what was happening, it never would have come to that. He just needed to know what was happening. He hoped going forward they could go back to sharing everything together.