Greek Runaway

δεκαέξι(Sixteen)

Kahmunrah's POV

It has been three days since I killed Ahkmenrah and nobody even suspects it as me. Sometimes I feel as if The Greek Girl suspects it, but she doesn't ever say anything to me about it. It keeps showing up again in my mind that she speaks Egyptian. When did she learn and who taught her? It was probably Ahkmenrah.

But she knows Egyptian and listened to me speak about how she doesn't need any medication. I do feel a little bad for that but not too bad. Yes, she still holds her heart. Herit also says she is more pale than normal. But how could anyone know that? She already is pale! She cannot get any paler if she tried!

To be honest I haven't seen the girl at all today. I don't actually care what happens to her, it is just strange that she is not out of her room. She hasn't eaten anything either. And just like that, I saw Herit come rushing towards me.

"You told the doctor she didn't need anything?" She asked furiously. I nodded not really caring. "Kahmunrah, something is very wrong with her. She needs medication."

"What is wrong with her now?" I asked rolling my eyes.

"Both of her arms hurt. She is in so much pain."

"Her arms hurt from holding her chest where that hurts," I said and walked away from Herit. Why does Herit care so much for that girl? She is the only one.

Today I have to speak with the people. I would like to raise the taxes. On everything. Because I can. I walked over to the balcony where everything was already set up for my speech. Everyone started to gather once they saw me.

"Loyal people of Egypt. I trust you being worthy to me and will agree that we need to fund more money for more...projects. We need Egypt to look the nicest." I said and heard the groans of the people and returned inside. I saw Katalina standing behind me with her arms crossed.

"What do you need the money for? Are you not wealthy enough? There are people who cannot even pay the taxes now," She said. Maybe she is not as sick or hurt as everyone is making her out to be. She is faking everything.

"You know nothing about ruling a country. Back off Greek." I said glaring back at her. I went right over her, towering over her hoping to intimidate her. But instead, she just stood taller.

"No, but I have been one of the people before. Before I came here."

"That does not matter, that was Greece, this is Egypt. Don't be stupid." I said. "And if I were in charge at the time of your arrival I would have put you in the prison."

"I know." She said and walked away. Where has she suddenly gained all of this confidence? Why can't she just be barely leaving her room because she's faking pain? I rolled my eyes and sat on the throne.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of sitting here. I heard shuffling, it's interrupting my peace. I opened my eyes and saw Katalina leaving the palace. I don't care anymore let her leave. Maybe she won't come back.

Could anyone imagine with me what it would be like? I would be free from most of the reminders of Ahkmenrah. Unfortunately, she did return. I don't think she knows I know she left. What she possibly be doing?

I watched as she held her chest in pain. She is either faking or pretending that it doesn't bother her. But the doctor did say she should rest. She should not be out and about.

I don't care. She is doing it to herself. It will not be my fault. But I will be honest. I think she is faking her hurting heart and arms. And is she really paler? We should just put her in the sun.

That's it! She is not sick. She has just been indoors this time and being away from the sun would make you paler, so she should just hang outside.

We will be outside in a few days. There will be a memorial for Ahkmenrah. Everyone will be there and people will be crying. I need to find a way to cry to keep up the act. No one can know I've killed him. Then I will be put into jail.

Katalina came back through the throne. Now I really am curious. What is she doing? when she was on her way back through I grabbed her wrist turning her. She ran into my chest. She is very beautiful. But annoying. Remember Kahmunrah. She is annoying and Ahkmenrah let her stay without any form of punishment.

"What do you want Kahmunrah?" She asked annoyingly.

"I was just wondering why you're oh so active. The doctor said you needed to rest. This is not resting. Are you pretending to be hurt?" I asked.

"No, and to be honest you're hurting my wrist. And yes my heart hurts."

"But what if it is just from Ahkmenrah's death?" I asked.

"It is not the same pain. I have felt the pain of losing someone close to me. This pain is different. It hurts when I breathe and walk, and my arms hurt."

"Yes, so I've heard. Aren't you also as Herit says, 'paler than normal?' And isn't that simply from the lack of sunshine?"

"I suppose it could be. But the sun has nothing to do with my pain."

"Well, why don't we go outside for some sunshine? I will personally escort you through the lands."

"Sounds lovely. Except I do not wish to go with you."

"And why is that?" I asked annoyed with her.

"It is simple really. I do not trust you. Maybe I would accompany you with the guards also." She said. Why is she so difficult?

"Why don't you trust me?" I asked. She motioned for me to come closer. I leaned my ear closer to her.

"Because I know what happened to Ahkmenrah," She whispered in my ear. "And I could have you removed from the throne," she snapped her fingers, "like that."