Thread: The Cursed Mirror | DontxBlinkk et Kathria

Annette listened to them converse, never once allowing her eyes to open. She did not want to open her eyes, to truly see what was going on or where she was. She knew all too well where she was and what was happening. The Pharaoh was still angry with her, still assuming she was lying, but she had told him all of the truth. Annette stiffened when the presence of the priestess came closer and her hand came above her head. She gulped when she heard the woman's words, a death sentence nonetheless. Annette breathe heavily knowing she had been expecting this much. She dropped her head letting more of her hair hit the ground as her hands balled up again. She listened to the prince protest for her. Really not knowing why he was doing such a thing. He still thought she was a gift from above. Annette was not that special. She was clumsy at best, she knew how to cook a little, she could sing , play music, do a little art, but she really wasn't that extravagant compared to other women in her day and age. Then again, this was not her day and age and her skin and color of her hair made her stand out, that was about it. Annette shook her head, if that was the only reasons he wanted to save her, then it wasn't reason enough. She just wanted to go home. How had she gotten here to begin with? It was all such a blur. The priestess sure believed her not to be a goddess and Annette definitely was not one. She had lied about being one, sent from the Gods and now she had confessed. Still the prince Sebak seemed content on saving her life and Annette sighed shaking her head more as she listened silently. Annette listened as the boy started to fight with his father before he did something, pulled something from his hand and examined it. It was then that his sure voice faltered and caused Annette to bring up her gaze slightly to see what he was staring at. It was the mirror. He was staring at the back of it like she had been, but he seemed almost pale by examining it before speaking and saying it was unimportant. Maybe it was, maybe it was all a trick, or maybe he had seen something that had startled him. It had startled her seeing her name on the back, but she had known straight away that it was not her handwriting. Annette watched, trying to refrained from laughing as she watched the father and son fight a bit. It was amusing and she would have busted out laughing if she was not fearing for her life. Instead she dropped her gaze again and stared at the marble. Annette was at a loss for words. There was nothing she could figure to say anymore that would save her life. They had already made their decision and she was just waiting for them to do it. Annette was silently praying to herself, trying to calm herself as the prince startled her thoughts and everyone in the room. Annette's eyes snapped open and her head jerked up to stare at him. At first she thought maybe she had been hearing things as he demanded her but her lips parted when he continued to demand for her. Annette learned more about the Pharaoh then. How he had taken one of Sebek's servants to bare a child with and Sebak wanted her as a servant. Annette would be a terrible servant though, if only he knew that. Still she was quiet, too awestruck to say anything. Even the priests seemed baffled by his words, the women stayed still and his little brother blinked, but Annette's brows furrowed in wonder. She wondered what the prince had seen on the mirror that she had not seen before the Pharaoh had snatched it back away. Maybe that was why he wanted her now? Or maybe he just wanted her? After all, he had seemed so interested in her in the bazaar and now he had the perfect opportunity to claim her. Annette couldn't help but find herself mutter a surprised, Wh-what? The old priest stumbled forward shaking his head. Dear prince you must think this through. What if she is more than a thief. She could be sent by a God, but not by a God you want to keep by your side. The priest didn't venture too close to Annette but he was still startled that the prince had jumped to claiming to her, that he said he would keep her in line and if she needed to be judged by the Gods he would let her. What if she was sent to kill you? The priest muttered bringing his old hands to his lips. It was just an irrational fear the priest had, but one he had spoken out loud. He turned to Annette then and pointed at her. Are you here to harm the prince? Annette could only stare at the old man, still in shock by the prince trying to claim her. No one knew her. Knew that Annette fainted at the tiniest sight of blood. No one knew she would scream at the first sight of a bug. She could only shake her head. I suppose you'll have to test her like you want young prince. I suggest you watch her closely incase Anubis has sent her to destroy you.