The Pharaoh's guards stormed the chamber.
Neferet screamed as arrows pierced Asar's back, one after another.
He turned to her, blood staining his lips. "Forgive me," he whispered.
As he fell, the temple's torches flickered - an omen.
Hathor, the goddess of love, had turned away.
Neferet stood before the High Priest, her hands bound.
"Asar's soul is lost," Ra-Hotep declared. "And you, Priestess, must atone for his sins."
She accepted her fate.
Her only regret? That she never told him she forgave him.