Days later, the temple was alive with celebration. The Pharaoh himself had come to see the progress of his great monument.
Neferet stood beside the High Priest as Djoser entered the temple, his presence suffocating, divine.
"I have heard whispers, Neferet," the Pharaoh said, his deep voice echoing through the temple halls. "It is time you fulfill your duty to Egypt."
She lowered her gaze. "I serve the gods, my Pharaoh."
"Then you shall serve me."
The words chilled her blood. She knew what they meant. The Pharaoh intended to make her one of his wives.
She forced a smile, bowing deeply. "As you wish, my divine ruler."
But inside, her heart shattered.