The Egyptian Princess
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Chapter 17: The Poisoned Legacy: Secrets from Dendera
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 17: The Poisoned Legacy: Secrets from Dendera - This is the story of my life. I am Mutnodjmet, and when this tale begins, I am fifteen years old, on the very day of my wedding. I am to marry Pharaoh himself: my father. The year is 1350 BC, in the ancient city of Luxor, Egypt.
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A week later, my teacher and mentor, Reem, came into my chamber, her face carved in quiet resolve. She sat across from me and began to explain what they had uncovered.
“They apprehended several co-conspirators,” she said, her voice low and even, “and pieced together a clearer picture of what truly happened.”
She paused, gathering her thoughts, then continued.
“It did not begin the day that man stepped into the palace with a dagger hidden at his belt and a prayer on his lips. No, it began long before that, far from these walls. In the temple of Dendera, where the priests’ whispers turned to laments, and laments twisted into rage.
There was a priest named Nebu-em-Het, a learned man, once respected as a defender of Hathor’s ancient traditions. In years past, he had stood near Pharaoh’s side, an advisor of weight and wisdom. But new counselors rose around your father, and Nebu-em-Het’s influence withered. They say he was too proud to bow to the visions of these younger lords, too proud to bend his knee to change.
But wounded pride alone was not what guided his hand. Beneath the surface, there ran something deeper: a secret lineage. Nebu-em-Het came from an ancient branch of royal blood, long forgotten, hidden away. In his heart, he carried the certainty that your father’s claim to the throne was unrightful, that you and your sisters should never have been born to the crown.
Yet he could not strike directly at your father. Pharaoh was too powerful, too well-guarded.
So he aimed for the weakest link instead.
You. The future.”
As Reem spoke, I felt the world tilt beneath me, as though the stone floor itself might crack and swallow me whole. Her voice was measured and steady, but each word struck like a blade, slicing through the thin veil of safety I had wrapped around myself.
A priest. A temple. Ancient blood that claimed the right to erase mine.
I felt my hands tremble against my lap, though I tried to still them. It was as if all the warmth had drained from my body, leaving only a brittle cold that settled deep in my bones. The idea that someone, a holy man, no less, had plotted my death, not out of simple greed but out of a twisted conviction, made the air hard to breathe.
I felt betrayed, but more than that, I felt exposed. Like every step I had taken, every breath, every laugh since my birth had been watched by hidden eyes, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
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