"To what do I owe the pleasure?" Akhenaton puzzled with a smile, holding his hands behind his back under his cape. The sword on his side gleaming in the late afternoon's sun. As always, the Pharaoh appeared to be one entity with the sunlight. It was hard to see the difference between them, it was impossible to tell them apart.
Ashkan bowed in courtesy first before raising his head. His eyes had a coat of determination in them, almost acceptance. He has come to an agreement with his tormented soul, and acceptance was the only way out of it. He realized that there was no living the way that he had been living these past few weeks. He has learned to embrace his sins.
