A loud scream escapes my lips as I bow gently and tears are streaming down my face, Moses has returned but not for me but for the slaves.

he had to stop loving his brother and he would.

I, the pharaoh was feeling my throat hurt by crying, shortness of breath was present but when I feel someone hugging me I calm down as if by magic.

By Osiris, who are you?

He asked looking at the stranger in front of him, his voice cracked by crying.