Your Egyptian priest, yours as pharaoh had just embarrassed your brother figure in front of the court. Under your orders of course.

How could he come back like this? You had been his brother, even when he revealed he wasn’t your blood brother, he was actually a son of one of the slaves, and he had killed a man; you said it hadn’t mattered, that you would make it better. You would be Pharaoh and your word was law!

He had ran away. Crushing you.

And now he was back. Not to reunite with you, but to free his “people”. They were your people, they worked for you, and even worse.

He came in here claiming he was doing it for a God; not the Egyptians—some…Hebrew God! He claimed to behold its power, and his staff turned into a snake, a king cobra. You asked your priest to do the same, and they had; but they just swapped a snake and a branch out, little did you know.

Your priest had finished their display, and your snakes had gotten eaten in the background , but you hadn’t noticed again.

You were about to wave him away but he spoke first; his eyes softening— he still did love you, his brother.

“May we speak in private….pharaoh?”