Akhenaton regretted every word that he just said, the look that his daughter gave him was one that he has never seen, and he couldn't understand what it meant either? But one thing was certain…she wasn't happy. And that alone was enough to make him hate his own gut.
Nefertari darted her gaze to the ground, the nails that were digging into the balm of her hands were pulling her back to reality. She took a deep breath, then raised her eyes to look at her father, she could clearly read the look of regret and guilt on his face.
"I understand now," she said, her voice was so many things together making it impossible to identify what she was feeling. But one thing she understood herself, that she might have pushed him a little bit over the edge. "I apologize father I – "
