As the Mawt Place stood tall under the sun in all of its glory, behind its high walls there was a thick forest among which two figures were hurrying in an unknown direction. Their swift pace showed that they knew where they were going. One of them with a lion's skin overcoat above his shoulders was two steps ahead from the other one.
"Are you sure you want to go meet him, Your Majesty?" The one behind asked the other.
"Don't question my decisions, Amon. You know I don't back off once I decide something." The other replied, tilting his head towards the first man as his cloak revealed a pair of ocean eyes.
"As you say, my Lord." The man named Amon, who was the second-in-command after the Pharaoh, bowed his head in respect.
For the Pharaoh, he was one of the most trustworthy members among the Royal advisors as the others worked more for his mother than him while Amon's loyalty was subjected only towards him.
