Sargon lounged about throne. The same throne that the Pharaoh's of old had sat. The same throne that Merenkahre and Ahkmenrah had occupied. The same throne that Khufu and Kahmunrah wished they had occupied.

He inspected the women. The women who had fought against them. They were stripped down and brought to him. But they didn't make any attempt to cover themselves. That in itself was an act of defiance. They had no reason to feel ashamed in front of the Sumerians. They weren't worth feeling ashamed.

His eyes fell on Shepseheret. The most beautiful, with her full breasts and slim figure. Despite this, the Sumerian General felt no lust towards her.

"Which one is the one they call Sabra?" he asked.

One of the captains pointed to her.

Sargon was expecting a raging beauty. He was disappointed.

Her facial features were quite average in all aspects. All except her eyes. The most startling shade of blue he had ever seen. Her body was different from the others. It was covered in scars for one. The muscles were strong and tight. Her breasts were nothing exceptional. But he couldn't keep his eyes of them.

He could see that she was like him. That was was want ingratiated him towards her. Not not just ingratiated. He was filled with an all consuming passion for this woman. He wanted her. He wanted her to be his.

"I want her and the mother queen" he whispered to the Captain.

The captain gave him a quizzical look. He understood the mother queen but he was utterly confused on why Sargon would want Sabra out of all the women.

"The rest of them are to be distributed to the other officers." he talked as if they were objects. Which filled Sabra with rage. She had worked all her life to be seen more than something to lust over. She made sure she was the best at everything just so society could give better treatment to women.

The other women were led out.

Sabra and Shepseheret remained.

He gestured to them both. "Clothe them and bring them back."

The women were led out.

After a few minutes they came back. Dressed in similar clothing.

His eyes fell on Sabra instantly. He stood up, his eyes raking her scantily clad body.

She stood rigidly. Her muscles tensed as his hand landed on her bare stomach. Slowly it made it's way to her breast then to her shoulder, to the strap that held everything. One tug and it would all fall away. Well at least the top part.

But that would come later. He pulled her close to him and kissed her full on the mouth.

Feeling utterly violated, Sabra pushed away the perpetrator and punched him in the eye. Sargon's head snapped to the side.

The Sumerian guards approached her, spears ready.

But instead of anger, amusement filled Sargon's eyes. He will have her. He gestured for the guards to lower their weapons.

He turned to Anbir who was watching this scene unfold with disgust.

"Bring in the former Pharaoh and Prince." said Sargon.

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Ahkmenrah never thought he'd ever be in a cell in his whole life. But here he was, in a dank cold place known as a dungeon. It had probably been hours, or minutes or seconds since he had been thrown in. He couldn't tell. He was weighed down by one simple human emmotion.

Guilt.

All these people. They believed in him. He let them down. All of them. He should have killed himself when he had the chance. He knew it was a lost cause. So why did he go ahead?

Why did he let people suffer.

"It's not your fault" stated Kain. Sabaf nodded in agreement. Apparently Ahkmenrah's emotions weren't that hard to discern.

Ahkmenrah heard him but didn't respond. It was his fault. He knew what would happen. He could have prevented it all.

The cell door creaked open. In entered a Sumerian man, he was Anbir, the man who spared Ismara's life.

"Which one is Kahmunrah and Ahkmenrah?" he asked looking at the faces of the four men.

Both brothers stood up. Anbir gave a look of surprise. He was expecting great warlords, big burly men.

Though Kahmunrah was tall and burly, his face was still rather youthful. And Ahkmenrah's build was slim but strong. Both looked young. Like boys. Their youth was what surprised Anbir the most.

"The New King wishes to see you" he said. Two other men emerged from behind Anbir they came before the brothers and tethered their hands. Surprisingly neither of them offered resistance.

They were lead away roughly by the guards.

Both walked through the hallowed halls in silence. They passed the wall.

The wall that depicted the story of their ancestors up until the war that had occurred. The bloodshed was shown in great detail. Ahkmenrah was filled with more guilt.

They were lead to the throne room where Sargon lounged with two women at his feet.

Both brothers were led in front of the Sumerian General, now King of Egypt and Nubia.

When they were close enough they realised that the two women were Sabra and their mother.

Is this what they had been reduced do to? The Guardian (Sabra) and the Mother (Shepseheret) of Egypts slaves to the conqueror.

Ahkmenrah had never seen so much bare skin on Sabra as she dressed so modestly. Just like she had hardly ever seen him dress very modestly.

His eyes couldn't leave her. Had the situation been different maybe he would have felt some sort of lust. But now his eyes seemed to be saying sorry.

"Bow to the king!" announced one of the guards.

Neither of the brother's bowed.

"Bow!" shouted the man.

No movement.

This was defiance.

"I SAID BOW!!" the man roared again.

But Sargon raised his hand. "They will learn to bow to me in time Hashur. I only want to ask them a question." his oddly coloured eyes fell on the brothers. "If you tell me where the Tablet is I will let you. I will give you fine houses for your living. I will give you women, riches. Anything. Just tell me where it is"

Shepseheret and Sabra gave the brothers a confused look. What did Sargon mean? What was the Tablet?

But the brother's faces remained blank. But on the inside shock resounded through every part of their body. How could he have possibly known?

It never occurred to them that Khufu had told them to save his own life. It didn't occur to them at all.

"I don't know what your talking about" said Kahmunrah coolly. His intense dark eyes cold yet blank.

Sargon gave him a cold smile.

"You will once I'm through with you."

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