Thebes, Egypt,1290 BC. Nefertiri, the daughter of Pharaoh Seti I, bowed her head down, lifted her hand and prayed for her health, future and for her father, the pharaoh. She prayed for the kingdom of the pharaoh ruling.
Her smile never left upon her lips. Her deep dimple on both sides of her cheek, she knew God's do exist somewhere else though the pharaoh claimed himself as the God's.
And she knew the pharaoh wasn't a God's, just a human being who rules the place.
She opens up her eyes slowly when someone is eyeing her, she looks at her right not far from where she knee down, and notices the high priest Imhotep is smiling at her for no reason.
She blushed a bit, Imhotep's smile makes her bow to him with due respect and smile before she raises both of her knees. She shoots out from the praying room then walks to her chamber.
"My daughter.?"
The pharaoh laid his hand on her shoulder, she jolted a bit, turning her feet looking at her back where he stood. Exhaling, she smiles.
"Yes father."
The pharaoh smiled too. Take his hand back at his side. As for Nefertiti, she never sees him lacking in smiling toward others, not even her after his wife died. She knew he loves her mother so much, he really can't let her go, but he must let her go.
Her soul belongs to God now. May she rest in peace in heaven.
Now left the lonely pharaoh alone with his beloved daughter with these big palaces without a wife on his side. She never dared to ask the pharaoh himself to seek a new wife.
Who will take the queen position beside the pharaoh?
"You're in the praying room again I believe". smile. "What is it now?"
She shakes her head nothing. "Where could I be beside the praying room? That's where I am".
"I understand you miss her, I do too. She's my wife, I had to but there's no God beside me. I Am the God's".
"Do you remember what she said before she died, Father?"
The pharaoh nods. "Of course. How could I forget? People love her, her death nothing seems fair for me".
"She wants you to rule this kingdom fairly, with kindness. If you blame God, that means you blame yourself, because you're the God that you claim".
The pharaoh stares at his daughter with questions. What does she mean by what I'm claiming?
"I don't understand. Are you questioning my position as God? you blame me because I sent your mother away".
"I blame you for nothing, hoping you get hero souls in a better place".
She is about to reach her door chamber but the pharaoh stops her. "There's no time for you and me arguing. Yes, I send her soul to a better place".
Chuckles. "She will hate me if I don't".
"Fair enough, Father".
"What do you want me to do to make you happy again, Nefertiti? You have your mother spirit, and beautiful. Soon when I die I shall find her again".
The pharaoh breathes, continuing. "For now, let me take care of you, my daughter".
"Thank you, Father".
He reached her hand and walked toward the open balcony. He shows her the stars upon the dark sky, like she is just a little girl who likes to play.
"Look up there Nefertiti at the sky and the stars. Wherever you go the stars always come with you, which means your mother is always placed in your heart, whenever stars go, she goes with you".
"I guess she smiles at me as I see her now".
The pharaoh smiled. "Feel her, Nefertiti. Don't guess, feel her".
"I'll try". She looks up at him, then smiles. "I think. I should go".
She kisses the pharaoh's cheek, walk to her chamber. As he heard the door close behind, he resumed looking up at the sky.
You're the woman I loved, for the first time I laid my eyes on you I was stunned. I barely moved, as you cursed me with your beautiful my dear. The love we shared together, we had a daughter we named her Nefertiti.
And she looks just like you.
Out loud sighing, he now retreated toward his chamber.
The next day. early morning. Nefertiri rides her horse toward the market, buying her personal items alone without medjai escorting her.
The pharaoh's daughter rode with her favorite horse since she was little. It was a gift from the pharaoh on her sixth birthday and the horse being named by Nefertiti.
And she named it, Isis.
"Good morning Princess Nefertiri." said the flower owner, bowing his head. "I believed Isis enjoyed his early morning walk today."
He smiled, patted the horse gently. "What a glorious day today, princess. A new day to start new beginning, new flowers arriving today."
He pointed at his right. "It's beautiful, princess, should I recommend it for you."
"It's beautiful. Wrapped all these flowers for me, Sabra. The queen used to like flowers before her death. By seeing all this it reminds me of her." said Nefertiti.
The owner nods. He wrapped the flowers gently then handed it to her as she put the coins on top of his hand.
"My condolences, Princess. we all missed the queen very much."
She smiled. "Thank you."
Before she jumped on the horse back she saw a middle-aged man beating the boy and shouting for stealing his apple. She can't let this happen, with her horses she interferes with the scene.
"HEY!"
The middle-aged man stopped beating the boy as he saw her. Shocking, he bowed his head. "Princess Nefetiri." the man said with a low voice.
"What are you doing? If this boy is really stealing your apple, why don't you give him willingly for free? He just took one apple, it doesn't count and the boy must be hungry."
The middle-aged man bowed again with guilt and apology toward the boy, and the man let the boy go commanded by Nefertiti.
After she settled down, she rode back toward the palaces. The medjai opened the gates for the princess, letting her in, then closed the gate behind.
"Enjoyed your morning walk, Princess?"
She looks over her shoulder where the voice suddenly hears. She spotted a high priest at the back of Isis, the pharaoh's loyal adviser, Imhotep.
Standing still, hand on his back and smile.
"Isis enjoyed it very much." she said softly. She handed the flowers to him. "Please ask the gardener to plant these flowers for me, Imhotep."
He took it. His finger accidentally brushes on hers. He smiles again, but the princess is blushing.
"As you wished, Princess." he bowed, then left with the flowers in his hand.
She watches him left, as she is about to climb down the horse, she hears him again. "What on earth is so fast?!"
She blinked. "You just walk over there, and here - what?!"
Imhotep just stared at her. She realizes that she still sits on the back of Isis. She forgot how to climb down as Imhotep passed the flowers to the gardener then back to her with snaps.
This is insane.
Hurried she climbed down but suddenly she slipped her steps. Imhotep quickly helped her by hugging her tightly from her back before she could fall on the ground.
"Thank you, Imhotep." she blushed again. Dusting her dress.
"Not mentioned it, Princess."
Slowly she slipped herself between his grip, she ran inside without looking at him back. As for Imhotep? he'd watched her. Her beautiful, curved body made him want to touch her more and never let her go.
Her scent made his blood boil and he almost exploded. He closes his eyes, inhaling the last scent he had on her before he makes his own way back inside the palaces.
Midnight. Nefertiti jolted from her bed as she heard a crowded voice downstairs. She jumped up from bed shooting out from her chamber and her eyes looked around.
"MEDJAI!!!"
She shouts. A medjai name symbolic for the guards of egypt. She shouts again.
"FATHER! MEDJAI ... ANYBODY!"
Her scream echoes around the palaces. No one hears her, she's afraid something bad will happen to the pharaoh and herself. He's the only family she had after her mother's death. She doesn't want to lose him too.
She walks through the hallway, she stops, panicking when she hears a strong male voice screaming, pleading to let him go.
What is going on here? What actually really happened? why the scream doesn't not stop.
She lifted her skirt, running toward the stairs. She saw the back of the pharaoh and the medjai circling around something or someone in the middle of the room.
She cannot see who the voice belongs to. She stumped, took a deep breath, the pharaoh's body blocking someone who was right in front of him. Barely seen with her blurry eyes.
She stood beside him. "Father, what happened?"
The Pharaoh didn't say anything. She looked into him and her eyes slowly fell down on the ground. There is Imhotep.
Imhotep, whom he is struggling with, fights with the medjai for his freedom. The medjai tied him.
"LET GO OFF ME I DIDN'T DO IT!"
Imhotep scream echoes. He is still struggling on the floor with the medjai around him.
Medjai tried to seal him shut. She saw everything that night. "Father, what happened?." She asked.
The pharaoh had no response for that. "Why are the medjai trying to seal it, Imhotep?"
Still no response. "Father! why..?!." She yelped at his ears. "TELL ME WHAT HAPPENS!"
She demanded an answer from her father. The pharaoh turned to her.
"As for that my daughter. Imhotep is serving his punishment. He raped one of the palace maid until she pregnant. She ended her life when she discovered that Imhotep would not take responsibility for what he had done."
"THAT'S A LIED!"
Nefertiri backed away, shaking her head in disbelief. Wrapped her hand around her body. How could the pharaoh adviser, a high priest like Imhotep, do such a thing? Such a sin?
That doesn't make any sense. Especially when he suddenly involved of raping the palaces maid without the pharaoh and herself know.
When did it happen?
"Who told you that, Father. How is it possible? all of us lived here, Imhotep, the maid, the Medjai, how possible we didn't know anything about it."
The pharaoh humming, speaking for the truth. "The maid mother is the one who told me. She told me everything that Imhotep deserves.
The pharaoh said with a low voice. His eyes were locked at Imhotep.
"Father, he is our high priest. Your adviser. How could you? you trust lower people like them and believe Imhotep will do such a thing? he trusts you and you trust him. Could they be accusing him, trapping him for no reason".
She breathes, continuing. "You need proof that he is innocent before you punish him, Father. Find the whole truth. You only hear one side of the story but not from Imhotep".
Imhotep looked up at her. Pleading for his life. "Please .. I didn't get her pregnant! I don't know her either!"
Imhotep pleaded and pleaded. He cried. Lock his eyes on hers, hoping she will release him from these accusations.
His plea wanted her to push all the medjai away from him. But what can she do to save him if the hearing is true.
There's nowhere to turn back or save him.
"What are you trying to do, Father? you can't - please have mercy on him. Remember what he had done for you, for us and our family".
She grabbed his dress, waited for the pharaoh to respond. Her eyes still locked on Imhotep.
The pharaoh blinked his eyes and gave the final answer. "What is done is done, Nefertiri. He committed a sin that never I forgive him. He brought himself and my palaces. It had to be done by my daughter".
"Consider the punishment, Father. Don't do that, not for him".
"Decision has been made, Nefertiti".
After hearing the pharaoh of his innocence, accusing and the punishment. Imhotep lowered his head down the ground without fighting the medjai. He must accept his faith with an open arm.
The pharaoh gives Imhotep himself a sentence to suffer the Hom Dai. The worst of Egyptian curses, buried alive with flesh-eating.
Imhotep is sealed away in. At the feet of a statue of the and kept under strict surveillance by the medjai to prevent Imhotep's return. As Imhotep was buried alive he took his own wrath that he would return and claimed his revenge.
He will claim his love. He wants his love back to his side forever when he returns.
A love since the first he met her. At first he stepped his feet inside the palaces. His love toward the pharaoh daughter.
Nefertiri.