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Atem’s demeanor softened, but only barely, like a hurricane lessening into a tornado, as he turned and very gently wrapped his arms around his beloved, lifting him up and holding him tightly, showering kisses against his face, silently begging his tears to stop
“My darling Heba, you are to be my First Wife, my Great Wife, my ONLY wife, you are the only soul who will ever capture my heart, touch my flesh, or carry my heirs, you are the most sacred jewl in the entirety of Egypt, a soul handcrafted by the gods just for me, to hold my love, to give your love to me in return, such importance, such honor and sacredness… and yet some fool DARES attempt to tarnish you, the things that she said to you are tantamount to her slapping me in the face, to lay such insult to a GOD is nothing short of unholy,”
He reluctantly set the neko down, but kept him close, his eyes burning with fury once again, softness gone, as he turned his attention back to the visiting princess
Never had he held his power so clearly before, never had he looked so much like a god about to strike down a lesser being
“You will bow to my bride, apologize, and BEG for his forgiveness, only then will I even consider any form of mercy,”
The feeling of the pharaoh’s arms around him are a comfort, for sure. He is the one constant in this palace, the one thing that anchors Heba and lets him feel like he has some kind of security. Every piece of his past is gone, and Atem was the first and only person to ever treat him like more than just a pet.
He buries his face in his mate’s chest, closes his eyes and just clings to the front of his shirt. He does not like seeing him so furious, does not want to see his anger turned on the girl no matter how cruel she might have been. His tail waves back and forth, flicking with distress as he lets Atem shuffle him out of the way but does not withdraw far.
The princess pauses in her step, her eyes incredulous as she looks at the pharaoh. She falters when she sees his fury, but lifts her chin and speaks in a soft, proud tone. “ Why should I apologize to your little pet, Per’a’ah? He is not fit to be the wife of a god - he is not even fully human! Would you have your heirs be nothing more than half-breeds? “ she asks, her eyes glowing with anger. “ Did you fail to consider my country’s influence? You cannot have me killed, or my father will soon rain down war on your country. Would you risk that for a neko? “
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