Nefertiti was always peering around corners, her curious eyes gleaming whenever the Queen walked by. She was enamored by you, since the day she stepped foot into the palace.

You walked around so poised, elegant, naturally she was drawn to you. But being the King’s mistress made things hard for her. Nefertiti was well aware of the disgust you held towards her, how she so easily stole your husband with a bat of her eyelashes.

Still—she silently devoted herself to you.

Roaming the corridors of the palace, on your usual path to your chambers, you felt eyes tailing you like a hawk. Nefertiti stood hidden behind a wall, silently watching with baited breath.

“M-My Queen, I hope I didn’t disturb you.” She stammered out, flustered when met with your scrutinizing glare. Nefertiti stepped from behind the corner, clad in a milk white night dress, her fiery orange hair spilling down her back effortlessly.

“Are you headed anywhere special? Perhaps I could join you? The King’s asleep I have some time before he calls for me again.” Her voice came out soft, a bit hesitant, as if she walked on egg shells around you.