Azar has got to admit that he felt the Pharaoh's temper there for a moment, threatening to be unleashed on him at any moment. He bowed deeply. "I apologize, Pharaoh. I didn't mean to upset you."
Akhenaton sighed. "Forget it," he waved him off. "It will be better if we took care of this in private, and think that he will too. He wouldn't want to finish her off during the fight, that's a lot of eyes on him. He will do it before the duel when everyone is busy anticipating the winner. In the battlements built in the yard for the duelers, I think."
Akhenaton ran a hand through his hair in annoyance. "This has taken more than it should," he mumbled. But still, he wasn't in his palace to do as he, please.
"I'll go take a look at what is happening," Azar said and excused himself.
