The Pharaoh’s Favorite novel Chapter 31

The weight of his confession lingers, pressing down on me. I see him not just as the Pharaoh, but as someone cursed and bound to an unchosen fate.

How does he endure this for so long, knowing every desperate attempt at survival is temporary?

I inhale sharply. “Then let me do it.”

Amen’s expression shifts, something unreadable in his eyes.

“I am ready to undergo the ritual. If there’s a chance I can save you, we must do it.”

His features soften—not with relief, but with quiet understanding. “You are willing to do this?” His voice is low, careful.

Without hesitation, I nod. “Yes.”

He tilts his head slightly, contemplating. “Neferet… You are extraordinary.”

My cheeks warm, but I hold his gaze. “I must do this, Amen.”

He smiles—soft, yet tinged with something unreadable. “Fate is not so easily rushed.”

“What do you mean?”

“When the time is right,” he says, “I will ask you to participate.”

My mind spins with questions. Why wait? What holds him back? But he speaks again, freezing me.

“I am almost certain that you are the one I’ve been searching for.”

Almost certain.

The way he utters it—soft yet hesitant—makes my heart tighten.

Almost.