The Pharaoh’s Favorite novel Chapter 8

My world tilted on its axis as his smile shattered every illusion I’d built.

I stare at Amen – no, Pharaoh Amenhotep – as he smiles, so effortlessly composed while my thoughts churn in chaos. My knees weaken under the weight of realization.

The mysterious stranger who’d captured my thoughts, my dreams and nightmares, who’d made me dream of freedom on the market, was nothing but a carefully crafted lie.

This man, the one I had met by the Nile, the one who kissed me under moonlight, is now just my master.

He wasn’t just any man – he was The Pharaoh of Egypt himself.

Then I lower my head, humility instinctive, though a storm rages within me.

“You seem lost for words, my sweet lotus flower,” he says, his voice warm and teasing, as though this is some elaborate joke. His words tighten the knot in my chest.

I feel his presence move closer, the soft rustle of his robes brushing against the silence. Gently, he lifts my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. His touch is warm, but it burns, and my pulse quickens.

“Do not hide those beautiful eyes from me,” he murmurs. “They hold more truth than words ever could.”

Anger and confusion twist inside me, but his gaze leaves no room for protest. Before I can muster a response, he gestures toward the open balcony.

“Come,” he says. “Drink with me. The night is too beautiful for such heavy thoughts.”

I hesitate, my feet frozen in place. The world I thought I knew is unraveling, and he stands at the center of it all. Still, the commanding warmth in his voice draws me forward. He hands me a goblet of wine, his fingers brushing mine, and I follow him to the balcony.

The city of Thebes stretches out before us, bathed in the soft glow of the moon. The sight should bring me solace, but my thoughts are a whirlwind.

“This is where I find peace,” he says, his voice quieter now. “From here, I can see my people. They remind me of why I must rule with strength and wisdom.

His tone shifts, and for a moment, I catch a glimpse of vulnerability. It softens the anger within me, though not entirely.

“Why didn’t you tell me who you were?” I ask, my voice shaking despite my effort to remain composed.

His smile deepens, equal parts charm and mischief. “And spoil the surprise? What would have been the fun in that?”

His casual words only stoke the fire of my confusion and anger. “You lied to me,” I say, my voice gaining strength. “You let me believe you were someone else.”

“I never lied,” he counters smoothly. “I simply allowed you to draw your own conclusions.”

My hands clench at my sides, frustration and fear swirling within me. “Why did you… Why did you seek me out? Speak to me? Kiss me?”

He steps even closer, and I’m acutely aware of the heat radiating from him, the sheer force of his presence.

“Because you intrigued me, Neferet,” he says softly, his voice wrapping around me like a silken thread. “You still do.”

I should be furious, should demand answers or escape this overwhelming proximity. But instead, I am rooted in place, drawn to him like the tide to the moon.

“And also because I wanted to meet you as Amen, not as Pharaoh. The title changes everything. People see power, not the man behind it. But you…” He pauses, a faint smile playing on his lips. “You looked at me like I was simply a man. I wanted to hold onto that, just for a little while longer.”

His words leave me unsteady. A part of me wants to believe him, but the sting of his deception is still fresh.