She awoke to screams. The palace was under attack.
Rushing from her chambers, she saw guards lying in pools of blood.
And standing in the Pharaoh's chamber - was Asar.
His eyes, once warm, were dark with something unrecognizable. Rage. Desperation. Betrayal.
"Run," he told her.
But she could not move.
"Asar," she breathed, stepping toward him. "What have you done?"
"The Pharaoh stole you from me," he said, lifting his blade. "I am taking you back."