Page 9 of Sett and his King
"What?" he asked.
I caught my breath at the sight of him, his eyes bright and beautiful despite their darkness, illuminating the very depths of my soul. But the more I watched him the more reality came crashing around me until…
"You're not my Ra," I said, barely realizing what I was uttering until it was already spoken.
It was the truth. He wasn't my husband. He wasn't my soulmate. He was a stranger. A handsome stranger with a striking resemblance to my godmate, but he wasn't him.
"Wh-who are you?" I asked him, unable to take my eyes off him even after the realization.
"I'm Drew. Drew Matsoukas," he said. "Erm…nice…nice to meet you."
"Drew?" I whispered, his name alien yet soothing rolling off my tongue.
He nodded.
"Where am I, Drew? What is this place?" I only managed to look around me when he glanced away.
I craned my neck, taking in my surroundings, every passing moment making me feel stranger and stranger in my own body.
Until I caught my reflection in the steel door to my side. It wasn't clear. It wasn't even smooth, but I could tell it wasn't me. This wasn't my body.
"You're on Earth, my king. The House of Geb," someone whispered behind me with reverence, and a cloaked figure stepped forward, kneeling before me.
"The House of…what? What am I doing here? What did you do to me?" I jumped off the steel bed I'd been sitting on but my legs gave way before I could show both of them my wrath. "You yanked my soul away from home to bring me to the House of Geb? To your Earth? For what? My kind hasn't been in this plane for millenia."
"Perhaps, your majesty, but a few have stepped through to our world and are causing havoc. I believe you are familiar with this young man's…problem?" the red-haired woman said and turned to the young man, Drew.
"Problem? What problem?" I asked him.
He jumped, his shoulders hunching and his eyes flinching at my words, as if he were scared of me. A part of me hated I'd caused him such fear, but the other part, the sane part, wanted to dig deeper, make this man give up his life to appease my divine soul.
"H-Horus," was all he said.
The bile rose in my throat in a mere instant. "My nemesis."
"Your brother," he said, as if in retaliation and there was a hint of something in his expression and tone. It wasn't sarcasm. It was…anger.
"I wouldn't ever call him that again if I were you," I growled.
Horus had stopped being my brother the first time he’d laid his hand on me. From that moment on he became the person I hated the most in this and every other world.
"Sor—apologies." The man dipped his head in shame or respect—or both—and took a visible big breath and I noticed his marking. A big black tattoo that took up most the right side of his neck and even reached part of his shoulder. It was a circle with three interlinked arcs that symbolized the power of three. A triquetra.
Interesting.
"I didn't mean to insult you, your majesty."
He was…an intriguing young man.
Then again, it wasn't as if I'd encountered many young men in the last few millennia. I had no inclination to. I hadn't even wanted to leave my bedroom. And after such a long time I'd finally been forced to not only step out, but to go to an entirely different world. A world we'd all left behind thousands of years ago.
"It’s impossible. I killed him with my own hands. There isn’t a shred of that monster left to make up my little finger let alone a whole human. What do you really want with me?”
I could tell the young man was uncomfortable but I didn’t budge. I couldn’t show any weakness. Not where Horus was concerned.
“I don’t know what to tell you. All I know is a man who calls himself Horus is controlling every aspect of my life and has been for three years now.”
That couldn’t be.
