Nefertari no longer had the strength nor the energy to keep herself on her feet, amidst the Pharaoh's talk she found her knees give in underneath her weight. She was thankful that the couch was there to cushion her fall, using both her balms to keep her from falling to either side. All this was done non-consciously, the other side of her mind was so busy taking in all that was being said.
Though there was one question that kept on being repeated over and over in another part of her brain that she didn't even know existed. *Where does Javid fit in all this?* she thought. She guessed through all these years that the tension that was between the two of them was caused by her mother Cleopatra, but so far her father didn't even mention him once.
