"Don't worry," said Aton. "I will not flood on my dreadful past on your shoulders." He somehow found himself chuckling at the look on Azar's face. Though he wished he had a little bit more courage to talk to this to someone, he couldn't even tell his daughter about her own mother, how could he tell someone else.
"Even if you were going to say anything, my king," he bit his own tongue when it slipped again but he kept going. "I'll be rude enough to stop you. The person you should tell these things to is your daughter, not me. It will be unfair for her if I knew first about all of this." He tried his best not to sound offensive but that wasn't helping his nerves that were being torn to shreds.
"I like your bravery," Akhenaton said, barely hiding the sarcasm in his voice.
