Nafretiri had been asked to procure a morning sickness potion for the queen. It occurred to her as she had been mixing it that now might be a good time to ask the queen for her royal protection for Aneksi. She really had no idea why she hadn't...Nafretiri stopped the thought in its tracks. Yes, she did. Fear. Fear, it seemed, held her back from a lot. However, it was possible that Her Majesty might wonder why Nafretiri had waited so long. The more complicated answer was that she wasn't aware how it worked- or rather, that she was, but she didn't want just anyone to overhear her circumstances, particularly in the commoner's court. Technically, as a priestess, she might have been a higher class of citizen than most, but the fact remained that she was not noble and therefore it was a real possibility that what she feared might happen. And it couldn't happen, at all costs. What if such information found the wrong ears?
Aneksi. "She belongs to me."
Aneksi. "She belongs to me."
At the thought of why she had chosen her daughter's name, a lump came into her throat. She'd sworn that no matter what happened, this baby would be hers for always, because she was the only thing she could really call her own.
But she had just turned two in Tammuz. What if two years was too late? And what if someone already knew?She prayed that since Hathor was indeed the goddess of joy and music as well as fertility that she would help her to argue her case well.
Although she was terrified and would have to be extra vigilant, Nafretiri knew that she would have to bring Aneksi with her. If the queen could only see her, then she might understand.
If only she knew how it would turn out already! The anxiety was killing her, and she just managed to keep calm as she packed her things, checking one more time to make sure her nervousness hadn't caused her to forget something in the potion. Hopefully it would help, as it contained some ginger root. That had helped Nafretiri during her pregnancy.
If only she knew how it would turn out already! The anxiety was killing her, and she just managed to keep calm as she packed her things, checking one more time to make sure her nervousness hadn't caused her to forget something in the potion. Hopefully it would help, as it contained some ginger root. That had helped Nafretiri during her pregnancy.
She made her way to the palace, and was stopped at the gate.
"I've come from the temple of Hathor with a potion for the queen's sickness."
"This way..." the guard started to say, but was stopped in his tracks by the sight of little Aneksi staring with huge eyes.
"Your daughter. ma'am?"
"This way..." the guard started to say, but was stopped in his tracks by the sight of little Aneksi staring with huge eyes.
"Your daughter. ma'am?"
"Yes..." Nafretiri felt strangely uncomfortable.
But the guard made no further comment as he led her through the halls to the throne room.