Ardeth Bay felt like somebody was watching his every move when he was going home. He stopped with a hand on the handle of his sword and turned, observing the village. This is when he saw that little creature. A small kitten with white paws, gray stripes on the face and back, sat not far away and looked straight at the Medjay warrior. His grey tail was moving slowly. Ardeth looked around again, not believing that his intuition had been fooled by such a small animal. Ardeth started his way again, and after a moment, he looked back and noticed that the cat followed him. It happened twice before the warrior stopped. The kitten sat again, closer to Madjay this time. He crouched slowly, lowering himself to the kitten’s level. The animal did not run. Instead, it let out a small, uncertain mew that sounded far too thin for the empty street. Ardeth felt something tighten in his chest—an old, unwelcome feeling he usually kept buried beneath duty and steel.

“You should not wander like this, little one.” Ardeth mumbled, looking into the greenish eyes of the cat.

The kitten padded toward him, stopping just short of his boots. It sniffed the leather, sneezed, then looked up at him with an expression that was unmistakably hopeful. Its tail swayed, no longer cautious but tentative, as if asking permission. Ardeth sighed. “What should I do with you?” He asked quietly, extending his hand and allowing the kitten to sniff it. To his surprise, in a matter of seconds, the animal brushed its head against his fingers. Ardeth couldn't stop a smirk from showing on his face. “You'd better make this sweet face when we come home, alright?” He scratched the animal behind the ear, and then he carefully tried to lift it. And the kitten didn't protest. It didn't attack Ardeth with its claws. It rested on the crook of his arm and started purring. Ardeth chuckled quietly and stood up to go home.

—

The door to Ardeth’s home creaked softly as he pushed it open with his shoulder, careful not to disturb the small, warm weight in his arm. The familiar scent of incense and baked bread greeted him, grounding him more effectively than any prayer ever had. From the inner room came the sound of movement.

“Ardeth?” His wife’s voice called, tinged with relief. “You are later than usual.”

“I… I was delayed…” He fully stepped in and closed the door. She appeared before him, her hair loosely braided. Her gaze moved over him - looking for any wounds. And then her eyes landed on a little ball of fur. She blinked twice and looked at her husband's face.

“Is that…” She began slowly, like she didn't fully trust her own eyes. “A cat?” He cleared his throat.

“It followed me…” The kitten chose that moment to stretch, tiny claws catching briefly in the fabric of Ardeth’s sleeve before it tucked its paws back in and purred louder, entirely unrepentant. His wife stared at the animal, then at him, disbelief giving way to amusement. A small laugh escaped her before she could stop it.

“Of all the things I expected you to bring home…” She said, stepping closer. “This was not one of them.” He looked at her and smiled, nearly shyly. She couldn't help but laugh quietly and rose on her tiptoes to place a gentle kiss on his lips. She looked at the animal and, with care, she scratched its fur. She smiled widely when it yawned, showing its little pink tongue. “You think it hurts?”

“No… only lonely and I suspect hungry.” She hummed deep in thought. Her fingers were lost in the fur.

“Then we should fix this.” She quickly pecked Ardeth's cheek and moved to prepare a little bowl. She prepared watered milk and found some meat that she tore into crumbles. Ardeth gently woke up the kitten and placed it on the floor. It looked around, surprised, and started sniffling, its whiskers moving sweetly. It paddled to the bowl and started eating with concentration. They both watched it, her hand placed on Ardeth's shoulder.

“It's like it knew you would help it. And it chooses you.” She gently squeezed his arm. “Or maybe… it was sent your way.” Madjay looked at her, a little surprised. “You know stories about Bastet. Maybe she sent you a little protector.” He chuckled and stood up, wrapping his arm around her and bringing her closer.

“Then I suppose, we should keep it and take care of it.” He placed a kiss on the crown of her head, closing his eyes for a moment.

“We have to. We don't want to anger any god.” She snuggled into his chest, still looking at the kitten. She giggled, seeing how the animal started cleaning itself. When it was satisfied, it looked around and started exploring the space. The kitten padded across the floor with unsteady confidence, nose low, tail lifted like a small banner. It investigated the table leg first, then the basket near the wall, poking its head inside and sneezing at the smell of dried herbs. The sneeze made Ardeth’s wife laugh again, soft and warm, and even Ardeth let out a quiet huff of amusement. The kitten withdrew its head from the basket, affronted, and shook itself as if the herbs had personally offended it. It cast a suspicious look at the basket, then marched away with exaggerated dignity. It quickly found a place that could become its bed. It patted it once and then jumped on it. After a brief, intense struggle to knead the fabric into the proper shape, it curled into a small, uneven circle and closed its eyes. They both watched it for a moment and moved on to household duties. And when they go to sleep, soft purr fills their home - like it always meant to.

—

The trouble began before dawn.

Ardeth woke to a soft thump followed by a sharper clatter. His eyes opened instantly, hand already reaching for a weapon that wasn’t there. He lay still, listening. Another sound followed—something scraping. Beside him, his wife stirred.

“If that is an intruder…” She murmured sleepily, “It is the loudest one in all of Egypt.” He couldn’t stop soft laughs escaping him.

“I’m afraid this is not an intruder.” Ardeth stood up with a quiet groan. The state of their kitchen surprised him. One of the jars lay broken on the floor - dried grain was scattered like spilled sand. The kitten was batting the lid. It spun, skidding across the floor. A victorious purr escaped the cat when it ran after the lid, attacking it. Ardeth felt the warmth of his wife against his back. She put her hand against his lower back in a silent ask to move slightly. He watched how her eyes widened, and then she hid her face in her hands.

“Oh no… We brought chaos into our home.” Ardeth laughed quietly, still not believing his own eyes. He kissed the top of her head and moved to catch the kitten, who tried to suffocate the lid. He took the cat in his hands and brought it higher, just before his face.

“...What have you done? For such a small one, you made so much mess.” It meowed loudly and moved its paws, as if it wanted to catch Ardeth. The man brought it to his chest, and it purred. Its claws got into Ardeth's nightgown, getting into his skin and making him hiss. “Oh no, little one. You will not behave like this.” Ardeth heard his wife giggling when he stood up with the kitten. The cat stretched and sank his teeth into the leather ribbon of Ardeth's clothes. Ardeth sighed, resignation softening his features as he held the kitten.

“You are restless, little one…” Trying not become a victim of its paws, Ardeth gently started to caress the cat's head. It blinked, surprised at him, and started to purr, moving its head to find more friction. His wife moved to them, resting against Ardeth's arm.

“Let's go to bed, you two. You still have another dawn. And we can tidy this up then.” She smiled, and Madjai kissed the crown of her head. He led both of them to the bed. And to their surprise, the cat slept peacefully between them.

—-

Ardeth sat by the low table reading reports and tales about ancient sites. He was deep in his thoughts and didn't react to the kitten’s mischief. Until it jumped on the table.

“No, no, no. It's not a place for you.” He quickly caught it and put it on the floor. It could be easily told that the cat was not happy about this, especially after a loud mew it gave. It walked around the table a few times and tried its luck again. It jumped again and then stretched over Ardeth's documents. It looked at him and quickly lay, turning over its back, showing Ardeth its fluffy belly.

Ardeth froze. The kitten lay sprawled across the paper like a fallen star, paws curled, belly exposed in blatant invitation. Its greenish eyes were half-lidded, watching him with careful attention despite the pose of complete surrender. The tip of its tail flicked once. Slowly.

Just one move of Ardeth’s hand too close to the kitten's body was enough for the animal to strike. Tiny paws wrapped around his fingers, claws pricking just enough to be felt. Ardeth sucked in a breath through his teeth.

“That… is an ambush.” Medjay said in a calm tone. The kitten looked at him, and began licking his thumb, as if the battle had ended in friendship. It made the men chuckle quietly. He moved his hand, intertwining his fingers in the creature's soft fur. He watched it stretched on the table and started to purr loudly. Ardeth shook his head, and gently moved the kitten to take it into his arms. The animal got comfortable and started to doze off.

“I see that it has decided your work is not important.” His wife laughed, standing in the doorway with arms crossed on her chest. He looked up at her and smiled when he noticed she moved to them. She sat next to him and stretched to place a kiss on Ardeth’s forehead, then nose. Ardeth wrinkled his nose, and she giggled as she connected their lips. Ardeth let the kiss linger a moment longer than usual before he pulled back, resting his forehead against hers. The kitten shifted in his arms, one paw stretching to hook into the edge of his sleeve as if to make certain it would not be forgotten. Ardeth observed how she gently started to scratch the cat's head.

“You little scoundrel…” She whispered and smiled when the kitten yawned. “You know… I don't think I can imagine our life without them in it.” She looked up straight into Ardeth's eyes.

“Me too…” He said quietly and connected their lips one more time. He knew that he needed to read these reports, but this was way more important. This was his family, and he wanted to assure them of his love.

—

The afternoon sun spilled through the open window, casting golden patterns across the floor. Ardeth’s wife moved around the kitchen, where she was preparing dinner. And wherever she went, the kitten went after her.

It wove between her ankles as she walked, nearly tripping her twice. She laughed, scooping it up with one hand. "You are determined to be underfoot, aren't you?" She scratched its head and placed it on the cushion near the cooking area - it was far enough to keep both of them safe and close enough for the kitten to see everything. The kitten sat upright, tail wrapped around itself. She began cutting vegetables, the rhythmic sound of the knife against wood filling the small space. The kitten's head moved back and forth, tracking each motion like it was the most fascinating thing in the world. She laughed, noticing it.

“You want to learn how to cook, little one? I am afraid your paws will not help you with that.” The kitten mewed loudly, as if it wanted to argue with her. She shook her head with fondness and moved back to her work. In a few moments, the cat’s dementor changed completely. Its eyes fixed on something moving near the wall - a small beetle making its way across the floor. It crouched low on the cushion, tail tip twitching with predatory focus. Then it pounced.

The kitten landed with all the grace of a falling sack of grain, tumbling past the beetle. It moved back, paws sliding on the smooth floor, and tried again. This time, it managed to trap the beetle under one paw, only to immediately lift it in surprise when the insect moved. The beetle made a run for freedom.

She watched the cat get into this chaotic chase. Then, finally, it caught the beetle again with both paws. It looked up at her with unmistakable pride, as if it had just conquered a great enemy.

“Good job, my fierce hunter!” She said warmly, drying her hands. The cat mowed loudly, and she couldn’t help but laugh. “You were so brave, little one!”

The door opened, and Ardeth came in. He looked at his wife - a soft smile already forming on his face. He noticed her watching something, and his eyes moved there. The cat straightened, seeing him, and then Ardeth saw the beetle.

“Did our little protector find its enemy?” Ardeth asked, setting down his weapons with practiced care. His wife looked at him with bright eyes and a tender grin.

“Oh yes…” She gladly welcomed the hug he gave her and closed her eyes when he put a kiss on the crown of her head. She leaned into his strong body. “It was a great battle. Three jumps, two complete misses, and nearly one tumble into the water basin." Ardeth laughed , bringing her even closer. “But it has achieved victory nonetheless."

The kitten immediately abandoned its prize to trot over to him, meowing proudly as if recounting its heroic tale. The kitten began to rub against his clothes, and Ardeth bent down to take the cat into his arms. It immediately started purring and brought its head closer to his hand.

“I see… You have defended our home with great courage.” The cat looked completely content in his arms, but she couldn't stop herself from scratching the cat between its ears. It closed its eyes and stretched. That peace lasted only a few minutes. The kitten looked around, and its ear twitched. It watched the shadows on the floor and jumped to catch his new enemy. Ardeth let out an amused huff, and his wife started giggling. He looked at her, his eyes bright when he wrapped his arms around her and brought her close to his body. He kissed the side of her head. And in that moment, Ardeth was content with his life. He had a loving wife by his side who supported him in every step. She was his heart. The cat brought happiness into their home, even if it turned its bowl with water right now. Ardeth was loved, and he loved both of them. And he would do everything to protect them.

Author’s note:

Thank you  so much for reading! If it’s not too much trouble, I would love to hear your thoughts about it. Any feedback is greatly appreciated and motivate me to work.

I am sorry about every grammar mistake and misspellings. English is not my first language.

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In the morning, there was no indication that everything could go so badly. She kissed her husband, Ardeth Bay, goodbye before he went to patrol. She performed all the usual household duties and visited her best friend to help her with her newborn baby. They laughed and gossiped through the day. And then her whole world went downhill. They looked surprised at two Medjay warriors who came on with grave faces. She stood up, taking her friend's hand in hers. 

“Who?” She whispered, looking at the face of a man who just two days ago laughed at her home at dinner.

“Sister… It’s Ardeth. He’s alive.” She felt like somebody had knocked the air from her lungs. “We were attacked, he was knocked out… the medic thinks he will be alright, but…”

“But what?!” She started to be afraid she would pass out if she did not know the state of the love of her life any longer. 

“He lost his voice.” 

The words echoed, meaningless at first, as if spoken in a language she did not know.

“Lost his… voice?” She whispered. Her grip on her friend’s hand tightened, as though that single touch was the only thing keeping her upright. Ardeth Bay - who spoke with authority, with quiet warmth, who murmured prayers at dawn and whispered her name in the dark - silenced? The Medjay nodded his head. 

“The blow caused severe swelling to his throat. The medic believes it is temporary.” He hesitated. “But it will take time. Days, perhaps weeks. He must not strain himself.”

Her knees nearly gave up. And then she felt a wave of relief - her husband was alive. He was not lost to the endless darkness and silence. 

“Take me to him.”

 She raised her chin, trying to look like a chiefess. And her voice was much steadier than she thought it would be. The warrior just nodded and led her to the infirmary. The place smelled of herbs and fresh linens. Her eyes immediately found Ardeth. He lay on the bed, and a bandage was wrapped carefully around his neck. Even from here, she could see the bruise on his jaw and the upper part of his chest. She blinked rapidly, trying to calm herself, and then she moved closer. His eyes found hers, and she saw relief on them. His mouth opened like he wanted to say her name, but no sound came out - and then she saw frustration. 

“I know, my love.” She carefully sat on his bedding, taking his hand with one of hers and gently cupping his cheek with the other. “Let your voice rest. They say it will be back. We just need to have a little patience.” 

She caressed small circles with her thumb on his skin. His eyes closed at her touch, a long breath leaving his chest as if he had been holding it since the moment he woke. Ardeth leaned into her palm, instinctively, the way he always had after long patrols. She noticed his fingers trembling slightly in her hand. He slowly lifted his free hand - as he hesitated for a second - and with his thumb, he wiped a lonely tear she didn't even notice. 

“You scared me… for a moment…” She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, letting his smell calm her down - she always loved the smell of sand and oils on him. “But it didn't matter. You are alive, and that is important. We can deal with the rest.” She looked at him and smiled. His lips curved faintly, an apology written in the lines of his face. Slowly, he nodded, and he frowned at the uncomfortable feeling. She quickly tried to smooth it with her gentle fingers. She touched his nose with hers, and when his smirk grew bigger, she connected their lips in a tender kiss, full of emotions they both felt. 

— 

They both finally felt some peace after they crossed the threshold of their home. She scolded him with a smile every time he wanted to do anything other than rest. With tender touches, she helped him freshen up and made his bedding. She guided him to bed and eyed him with a look that brooked no opposition. He raised his arms in surrender, an exaggerated motion that made her shake her head fondly. 

“Do not test me, Ardeth.” She warned him softly. “I'll tie you up if I have to.” 

His shoulders shook with a silent laugh, the soundless mirth lighting his eyes even as he winced and carefully stilled himself. With worry written on her face, she gave him a cup of tea that was supposed to soothe his throat. When he finished, he didn't let her go to the kitchen again. He placed a hand on her hip and squeezed it gently. Then he patted the place next to him, and she already knew what he meant. She nodded with a smile, and with a few movements, she lay next to him. He wrapped his arm around her, bringing her close. Her hand found its place on his chest just above his heart. His heartbeat was steady beneath her palm, strong and familiar. She matched her breathing to its rhythm, letting the tension of the day finally loosen its grip.

“Let's go to sleep…” She mumbled into his skin, her thumb brushing over. “We did enough today.” 

Ardeth hummed quietly in response, the sound barely more than breath. It startled her at first, and she lifted her head to look at him. His brows knit together as if unsure whether he had done something wrong.

“No.” She said quickly, smiling. “That’s… that’s fine. It’s a sign your voice just needs rest.  Just… don’t push it.” He smiled at her and nodded with a sign of obedience, but she could see the spark of his stubbornness in his eyes. His fingers traced letters on her skin when she leaned and kissed him. All of this was his voice - it was his way to tell her that he loved her, that even though he was injured, he was there and he would protect her from everything in this world. 

— 

Some time passed, and Ardeth's body gained strength back. He helped her around the home more and got back to his Medjay duties. But his voice still hasn't come back. Whatever came through his lips was too soft, barely more than breath. A rasp that vanished as soon as it appeared, leaving him frowning in quiet irritation. She noticed it every time, and she helped him every time. She became his voice when he wanted to say something to his people. She was his voice when the women in the village couldn’t find agreement. And what is the most important - she was his strength. When she caught him trying to speak, she would sit next to him and hold his hand in hers. In the evening, she would caress his chest and jaw with oils that should calm his body. 

“Easy, my love…” She whispered against his ear when her fingers worked on the knots on his shoulder. “Give yourself time. The medics warned us it won’t come through one night.” 

Ardeth exhaled through his nose, eyes lifting to the ceiling in wordless protest. He raised one brow at her, the familiar look that once came with a teasing remark or a stubborn argument. Now it came with silence—and it made her heart ache all over again. 

“I know…” She sat before him. “I hate this, too. But we’re in this together.” She intertwined their fingers, and he brought her hand to his lips. After a few seconds, he reached for some charcoal and the small slate they had begun keeping nearby. His hand moved quickly. 

I am useless.

It caught her breath. She looked into his eyes. She took the slate from his hands and threw it without looking. She took his face into her hands, making him look at her.

“Do not ever write that again.” She said, quiet but fierce. “Do not ever think that again. You are not useless. You still lead your people even without your voice. You led them with your strength. You keep me together with your strength. Even if I wish to hear you scolding me for taking too much time to do… You are the one who gives me the power to make it all. You are not useless. You are healing. And all of them see it.” He searched her face, the storm in his eyes slowly easing. He took her hand and placed it on his heart, then pointed it at hers. She smiled, and her eyes filled with tears. “I love you, too, Ardeth Bay. My heart is yours to the end of time.” 

He closed his eyes, and for a moment, he stayed still, taking her words. Her hand was warm against his chest. When he opened his eyes again, the turmoil she had seen so often these past weeks had quieted, replaced by something steadier—acceptance, and a fragile kind of hope. Ardeth leaned forward and rested his forehead against hers. He breathed in, deep and slow, as the medic had taught him. And then the words came out rough, broken, but audible - it was her name. 

She froze. Her breath caught, and she didn't move, afraid she would shatter the moment. His eyes widened like he couldn't believe the words came out. And he smiled in that boyish way.

 “You spoke.” She whispered, barely trusting her own ears. He nodded once, and she laughed softly, bursting into tears. She pulled him into her senses, minding his healing body. He snuggled his face into her shoulder. “This is our victory for today.” A quiet hum vibrated in his chest. That evening gave them new hope. And they knew they could communicate without words. 

—

She came home later than usual that day. Everybody kept her busy, and she didn't even have time to eat dinner with Ardeth. The house was quiet when she finally pushed the door open. The lamps had already been lit, their soft glow painting the walls in warm gold. For a moment, she simply stood there, listening—half-expecting to hear him moving about, humming without realizing it, the way he used to.

Instead, she heard the scrape of charcoal. She found him sitting at the low table. He looked up, sensing her presence, relief showing on his face. He reached his hand to her, and she immediately took it. She kissed the top of his head and sat close to him - their knees connected. 

“I’m sorry…” She said softly. “I should send a word. Today… the time just slipped through my fingers.” 

He shook his head, pulling her closer. His embrace was firm, grounding. She rested her head against his chest. His hand cupped her head, and he gently moved the scarf she wore losely around her hair in respect of his people. His fingers combed through her hair, massaging her scalp. She nearly purred at the feeling. 

“I hate leaving you for so long.” She whispered and looked at him. He gave her that familiar look again - half stubborn, half amused - and moved his fingers to touch her cheek.

“I’m… fine…” The words were broken, uneven, but clearer than before. It cost him effort; she could see it in the tension of his neck, the slight tremor in his breath. She moved her fingers, gently caressing the skin on his throat.

“Alright, alright…” She mumbled and quickly pecked his lips. “I believe you.” Ardeth smiled, satisfied, and moved, reaching her lips for a longer kiss. “I should do something to eat.”

She stood up and moved to the hearth, and then she noticed a ready stew. She turned to Ardeth, surprised, and realized that he was standing next to her with a smile. 

“You made dinner?” He just nodded and started to prepare bowls for them. He gave her one and placed a hand on her lower back, guiding her back to the table. 

“You… need to… rest too… stubborn woman.” She laughed softly at his words and sat down. She waited until he sat down next to her, and she put her hand on his knee. He placed his eyes on her, and she smiled gently, kissing him shortly.

“I missed that.” He nodded, connecting their foreheads. She closed her eyes, taking in his smell. He kissed her nose and pointed to their bowls. 

They ate in silence that was no longer scary. Ardeth took care of tidying, and he came back to her with a vial of oil she didn't recognize. He helped her take off her cloak. He placed a small kiss on her spine and put some oil on his hands, warming it a little. He placed his hands on her shoulders, and his fingers started working on the knots of her muscles. He watched closely, noticing every reaction, every small noise.

“You are good at this.” She mumbled, relaxed more than in the last few weeks. He huffed softly, something between a laugh and a breath, and leaned closer so she could feel the warmth of his body. 

“I learnt… from you.” Every word sounded like victory. A sign that his strength and patience helped him heal every day. She couldn't stop smiling. She turned slightly, and his hands stayed on her arms. “I… not say… this enough… I… love you.” She gently moved a lock of his hair from his face. 

“You say it enough. Maybe not with your voice. But with everything you’re doing.” Her hand cupped his cheek, and she traced his tattoo with her finger. “You show it when you repair things before I even notice that something is broken. Holding me tight at night when I’m cold or can't sleep because of a nightmare. You show it every time when you give me trust to do things my way… And I love you so much…” She moved and came closer, stopping just a few millimeters from his lips. “Do you think… Do you have enough strength to take your wife to bed?” 

Ardeth’s breath hitched at her question. For a moment, he just looked at her, weighing not only his strength but her words. And he didn't need to think long. In swift motion, he made her body collapse gently against his and connected their lips in a hungry kiss. She softly sighed in his mouth, and her hand moved into his hair. He kissed her like he had been holding it back for weeks - careful at first, then deeper, fuller, as if he needed to remind himself that this was real. She melted into him willingly, fingers tightening in his hair as she answered the kiss, slower, grounding him. She felt the tremor in him and gentled it, letting her thumb trace the familiar line of his jaw, easing him back just enough to look at his face. 

“We have all night, my warrior. There is no need to rush.” She whispered with a smile, looking straight into his eyes. She found his hand and placed it against her breast so he could feel her strong and quick heartbeat. She stood up, not letting his hand go even for a second, and then she guided them to their bedroom. He watched her every movement, the way her hips swayed - and it only made him desire her more. He felt like a young man again, caught between impatience and awe that made his heart pound in his chest. Inside, she turned to him, and he didn't waste time before kissing her sweetly. His rough fingers traced her soft skin, taking off her clothes, making her shiver. She did the same for him, admiring how his muscles worked under her palms. She looked at him as a woman who knows what she wants, no longer a shy girl. And he delivered her what she wanted. He kissed and touched her whole body. He made her breathless. He made her scream in ecstasy. He made her see the stars. He made her feel safe, wanted, and seen. And when the world narrowed to nothing but warmth, she clung to him as if anchoring herself to the present, to life.

They lay tangled together beneath the linen, skin still warm, hearts slowing back into rhythm. She rested her head against his shoulder, tracing idle patterns on his chest, careful of the places still healing. His arm was around her, firm and sure, his thumb moving in slow, comforting strokes along her arm. He watched as sleep was slowly taking over her, how she fought against closing her eyes.  He memorised how her body instinctively curled around his. And he held her close, knowing that it was the most beautiful thing he had seen in his life. Tomorrow will bring new fights and new victories. And through it all, they have each other. And it was enough. 

Author’s note:

Thank you  so much for reading! If it’s not too much trouble, I would love to hear your thoughts about it. Any feedback is greatly appreciated and motivate me to work.

I am sorry about every grammar mistake and misspellings. English is not my first language.

Klaudia  💜

Taglists are always open! If you want to be added fill this up or send me an ask!

The night air was cool around her skin when she walked through the Madjay village. She tried to stop the biggest grin from showing on her face, but it wouldn’t leave her. She felt similar happiness a year ago - on the day that she married the chieftain of the tribe. She always knew that their relationship would bring challenges. She was an outsider, a stranger. She didn’t know anything about the tribal tradition and history before she met Ardeth. All she knew was that she fell in love with Egypt the moment her foot touched its ground. She came with her father’s archeological expedition. She looked at the ancient monuments and buildings as if they were something sacred. She could swear she felt the power and magic that was preserved in stone. And it was when she met him - Ardeth Bay. She walked by her father in the Museum of Antiques to talk with its curator, when she saw him by his side. She was enchanted by his look - dark locks surrounding his face, his tanned skin and what took her breath - his dark eyes that hid secrets of millennia. Later that day, her father jested that for the first time in her life, she looked like a deer caught in headlights. But when she fought her courage back, she enchanted him with her knowledge and respect. Against his usual behaviour, they started talking, and before he even realised, he asked her to abandon her previous life and marry him.

Somehow, she got the blessing of his mother and the closest family. But even then, she felt them watching her every move, waiting for a mistake that could allow them to send her away. His people treated her with mistrust, like they expected her to betray their tribe. Yet she dealt with their caution with a smile and kindness. She tried to show her devotion to Ardeth and his people. She did everything to learn about their culture and customs. She tried not to give in to the loneliness she felt, and never took to herself that women calmed when she came, even if seconds before they laughed happily.

And it paid off… She was surprised when Ardeth’s best friend’s fiancé came and invited her to her henna night. Firstly, she wanted to decline - she was afraid to spoil the fun she could get before her wedding. She was terrified that her presence would quiet the room. That the laughter would die the moment she crossed the threshold. That she would once again be the foreign wife, standing awkwardly at the edge of a circle she did not belong to.

For a long moment, she stared at the young woman. She searched her face for hesitation, for politeness mistaken for kindness. But there was none. Only a shy smile and an expectant look, as if the invitation had been extended without a second thought.

“You must come. ” She said softly, taking her hand in hers. “It would mean so much to me.”

So she did. Her heart sank the second the talks slowed when she came in, but a place was quickly made for her. She was stiff at first, more listening than talking. But they quickly engage her in talks. When the cool henna touched her skin, she flinched, and the women started laughing, but not in an unkind way. The stories were shared, and the laughter filled the space that smelled of oils and herbs. When she tried to share her blessings in Arabic, her accent thick and clumsy, they didn’t frown in disdain -  it earned her amused smiles, and one of the older women corrected her gently, like a child who was still learning. And she learned happily. And now she understands - they didn’t search for mistakes. They protected their hearts, waiting to see if she would stay. If she were the support their chieftain needed. And they finally got this assurance, and they were not afraid to start showing their acceptance.

And now with a heart light, she came back to her husband. She came into their house quietly, not wanting to wake him up. Her smile widened again at the sight of the patterns on her skin. She noticed the soft light of the oil lamp on the table. Her eyes moved there, and she noticed Ardeth sitting and reading something. The look on her face became softer and nearly love-struck. She took off her sandals and grinned when he looked up at her. The familiar place brought her peace and started calming her after the evening full of joy.

“You’re home, Ya Roohi.” She came closer to him, and in her steps, he could see the ease he was afraid had disappeared forever. Ardeth smiled when she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. She leaned, gently brushing his lips with hers. With ease, he sat her on his lap, making her squeal in his arms. She looked in his eyes with a twinkle in her eye. One of her hands made its way into his hair, and she raised the other one before him.

“Ardeth, look!” She looked proud, and childish happiness was on her face. He gently took it into his hand. His thumb unconsciously found her wedding ring and traced it with care. She smiled at this gesture and started scratching his scalp. He watched the paintings on her soft skin, squeezing her hip.

“It looks divine.” He placed a soft kiss on her forehead. “Did they tell you the meaning of these symbols?” She rested against his chest.

“Not all… They said that it’s a blessing. And a protection.” He hummed softly.

“Yes… That one is for protection.” His calloused finger traced the symbols and then moved to another one. “This one - happiness. This means devotion. Beauty.” He whispered against her hair when he touched every sigh. He stopped with the next one, kissing the crown of her head again. “This one… means fertility.” She smiled at his words, knowing that they both dreamed of having a big family one day. “And this one… This is very special. It is a sign of our tribe.” Her breath caught at his words. She lifted her head from his chest, searching his face.

“The tribe?” She whispered in disbelief. Ardeth nodded, with a look of reverence, as he told her something sacred rather than merely the meaning of the henna on her skin.

“Usually, it is not given to somebody who was born outside of the tribe. Unless someone has proven, beyond doubt, that their heart belongs here.” For a moment, she couldn’t speak. All the quiet doubts she had carried - the glances, the pauses in conversation, the loneliness that surrounded her - rose in her chest and then softened, dissolving into something warm and aching. “They chose this one for you - the guardian of sacred things, protector of what is loved.”

“Did they truly mean it?” Her voice nearly broke with this sentence.

“They wouldn’t put it on your skin if they didn’t.” Ardeth put her hand against his heart and cupped her cheek, his thumb gently brushing a lonely tear that came from her eye. She laughed breathlessly and pressed her forehead against his.

“I was afraid…” she whispered, closing her eyes. “Since before our marriage. And even tonight, when I was getting ready. That they will never truly accept me. If all I could dream of was only being tolerated.” She stopped for a second to gather her mind. “I was afraid that they would never truly… see me.”

Ardeth’s hand slid from her cheek to the back of her neck, steady and warm, anchoring her there. He did not answer immediately. Instead, he pressed a slow kiss to her temple, then to the corner of her eye, as though sealing away every fear she had just given voice to.

“You are seen.” He looked into her eyes. “ They saw how you did not demand a place between us. How you devour every book and story about our culture. How did you stay. Even if they were not the kindest. And how you did not complain even once - no matter if it was about the food, the weather or their treatment.” He caressed her skin. “I saw it all. And I am sorry that I put it on you. You deserve the best this world can give. And I promised to give you this. Instead, I brought you loneliness…” Her hands moved to take his head and make him look at her.

“Ardeth Bay. You'd better listen to me very closely. You did not bring it to me. You gave me love. Unconditional love. And it’s all I felt. Yes, it hurt me to live on the side of that society. But now I understand. I needed to earn their trust, just like they needed to do with mine. And I would choose it every time. I would choose YOU every time. And I would go through hell to get to you again.”

For a heartbeat, he only stared at her, as though committing every word to memory. Then his eyes darkened with something fierce and tender all at once. He leaned his forehead against hers, breathing her in, grounding himself.

“Ya Roohi…” His voice broke, just slightly. “You are stronger than you know.”

She pulled him even closer and connected their lips in a kiss that was not like her usual soft self. Even in something so small like a kiss, he could feel the new courage and strength she found in herself. And he didn’t mind it at all. One of his hands spread over her back, warm and sure, while the other cradled her head with a gentleness no one would expect from a warrior. He looked into her eyes. “Tomorrow, they will see you as more than my wife. They will see you as a Medjay, a chieftess.”

“But tonight… And every time we will be in this home… I am just your wife.” She caressed the tattoo on his cheek.

“You are never JUST my wife. You are my strength. My calm place to rest. You are the best that is in me.” She grinned at him and kissed him again. The oil lamp flickered as he rose, lifting her effortlessly into his arms. She wrapped her arms around him. He carried her into their bedroom. Outside, the stars shone over the village, ancient and watchful. And their home were filled with warmth, love and certainty. It was filled with tender caresses and whispered promises. They claimed each other. And probably for the first time, they were completely not afraid of what was waiting for them.

Dictionary:

Ya Roohi -  my soul

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Something was different that night. She could feel it in her bones when she started a fire to warm up some food. And she was sure of this when she heard the neighing of horses. She stepped out of her small home. She didn’t forget to check if her dagger was secured in her clothes. She fixed her shawl around her and moved to the leader of their village. She looked up at him and got worried even more at the look on his face.

“What is happening?”

“Medjay are coming our way.” He said under his breath. “You should hide with other women.” He moved his eyes on her. Even if they weren’t blood-related, he treated her like one of his own daughters.

“Why should I hide? Medjay do not raid villages…” She turned her eyes to the coming group.

“They need help. We have little to give.” He sighed, voice heavy. Her heart clenched at the unspoken truth: he feared they would take what they needed by force.  

The thundering hooves grew louder, shaking the sand beneath their feet. Torches appeared on the ridge. They bobbed like restless stars. She counted the silhouettes - seven riders, perhaps eight. It was not an army. Only a patrol. One rider slumped forward in the saddle. She immediately knew he was hurt.

“I can’t hide. Maybe if we help to tend to their wounded, they will leave.”

“Do as I say. I will not risk…”

“Please, trust me…” He shook his head, but didn’t say a word about this. He looked at the riders who stopped not far away.

“Peace be upon you!” One of the younger Madjay called out. She could see the worry in his eyes. “We do not bring a fight or seek tribute. We just ask for help for our hurt ones.”

The villagers murmured among themselves, uncertainty rippling through them. She stepped closer, stopping when her leader outstretched his hand.

“We are poor in supplies. I cannot promise we have enough even for our own.” The leader announced in a confident voice.

“We will not take what is not freely given.” The young man insisted, urgency sharpening his voice. “But if we ride tonight, he will not survive the journey.”

She stepped out before her leader could stop her. “Let me see him.” The young warrior’s head snapped at her. Hope flashed in his expression.

“Are you a healer?” She nodded and felt a hand on her elbow that tried to stop her. She looked at the man who was like a father to her.

“They come for help. Not with a war.” She said softly, but firmly enough that even he could hear the steel beneath her tone. “If we turn them away, we decide their fate. And you have never been a man to sentence someone to death.” His jaw clenched. For a long moment, he said nothing. Then, with a tired sigh, he stepped aside.

She moved past him, her shawl brushing the sand, and approached the riders. The smell of sweat, dust, and dried blood filled the air. Several Medjay bowed their heads respectfully as she neared. It was an unexpected gesture that only deepened her resolve.

When she reached the injured man, he lifted his gaze with visible effort. Her breath caught. His eyes were dark as storm clouds, sharp even through the haze of pain. A faint nod acknowledged her presence.

“Forgive our disturbance.” He murmured. His voice was low, strained.

“You don’t need forgiveness.” She said, lifting her hands toward him. “Let me see your wound.” He slowly moved his hand, which was stopping the blood from the gash on his side. She gently touched the material of his robes to move it from the gash. She quickly glanced at him when he hissed.

“Help me get him inside. I’ll do what I can.” One of the Medjay dismounted to assist. Together, they helped him slide from the saddle. The moment his boots touched the ground, his legs shook. She stepped in, wrapping her shoulder against his uninjured side. He was heavier than she expected, but he tried to hold himself upright out of pride alone. She looked up at him and noticed that sweat showed against his brow, despite the coolness of the desert night.

“This way.” She said, guiding him across the sand toward her home. She felt the eyes of the villagers on her and heard them mumble. She looked at her leader. “I’ll need a little more water…” He nodded his head.

“Omar will bring it to you.”

“Thank you.” She quickly squeezed his hands and moved inside her home. With short words, they helped injured Madjai to lie down on her table. She took off her shawl, noticing a little blood stain on it.

“I know the table is not very comfortable, but it will be easier for me. We will move you into bedding after I patch you up.” She looked a little closer at his face, smiling gently in the hope of calming him down. His breathing steadied. She started moving around her place, preparing herbs, oils, and linen strips. The young Medjay who had aided her stood nearby, tense and watching her every movement. She looked at him. “Can you light up these two lanterns? And please, keep the water warm.” He bowed his head and moved to do that task. She moved again to stand by the injured men and gently touched his arm. His eyelids fluttered, and he looked at her again.

“What is your name?” She asked quietly. He blinked, a little surprised.

“I’m Ardeth Bay.” She smiled and told him her name. She squeezed his arm. Even in his voice, she could sense the tiredness but also stubbornness.

“Try to stay still. It will not be a nice feeling…” He nodded, and she began her work. She gently moved the bloody fabric of his robes. She observed the wound for a few seconds and then took the wet cloth. With steady hands, she began to wipe the sand and dried blood. As soon as the material touched it, Ardeth groaned. His jaw was tight. “I know…” She whispered. “I’m sorry… You must try to breathe.” She continued to clean the wound, her motions steady though her heart pounded like a drum in her chest. Warm water turned crimson at her feet, drops falling from the cloth and darkening the sand-dust floor. Ardeth’s hand clenched the edge of the table - not out of fear, but to keep himself from collapsing under the pain.

“Now will be the worst part. I need to stitch you up.” She looked up at his face with worry. She moved to look at one of the brews she made. When she was satisfied with it, she took the cup in her hands and stood next to Ardeth. “It will help with the pain.” She gently cradled his head, helping him lift it a little. She brought the cup to his full lips, and after a quick glance at her, he drank it. He closed his eyes at the bitter taste of herbs. He swallowed slowly, the movement of his throat tight with effort. For a moment, she thought he might refuse the rest, but he parted his lips again and drank until the cup was empty. When he leaned back, his breath trembled.

“It will take a moment to work…” She murmured. “But you will still feel it.”

“Don’t worry. Warriors are used to pain.” His voice was stern, and he placed his gaze on the ceiling. She sighed quietly.

“It doesn't mean they deserve it.” She turned to prepare the needle and other things she would need. His eyes landed on her, and lingered a little longer, and something in them softened. She gave him a small smile and took a deep breath when she positioned herself.

“Hold him steady…” She instructed quietly. The young Medjay nodded and placed his hands over Ardeth’s shoulders. His body tensed at the feel of her fingers near the wound. She could easily feel it, and her thumb unconsciously caressed his skin. “Breath, Ardeth.” She saw him nodding his head, and she began. The first stitch drew a sharp hiss from him. He shut his eyes as the pain speared through his side, his muscles tightening beneath her hands. She worked quickly, her fingers sure, though her heart ached with every sound of discomfort he made.

“You have steady hands.” The younger Medjay murmured, awe flickering in his voice.

“She has a steady heart.” Ardeth muttered, surprising both of them. She paused - only for a second - before continuing. His compliment settled warm inside her chest. When the final knot was tied, she exhaled deeply.

“It’s done.” She reached for a jar, and with the greatest care, she applied some ointment to the wound. She could hear Ardeth’s ragged breathing. She wrapped a bandage around the wound. “You need to rest now. I will call one of your men to help get you to the bedding. I don’t want you to tear your stitches.” She started moving toward the door.

“Wait…” She stopped at Ardeth’s voice and looked at him. “Thank you. You saved my life.” She smiled at him, shaking her head.

“I did nothing unusual. Your spirit fought to live. I just help your body to want the same.” His lips curved, faint but real. She could see exhaustion finally getting the best of him.

“Whatever you call it. You have my gratitude and my respect.” She felt the heat coming on her cheeks. She bowed her head and bit her lower lip.

“Try not to sleep just for a moment longer…” She walked out of her home. She saw the other Medjay standing nearby. She told them their comrade is patched up and that he should be alright if there won’t be any inflammation. One of them came back with her inside and helped her and the young one to move Ardeth to the bed. She quickly prepared one more brew. She saw the corners of his lips lifting slightly when she sat next to him. “It will help you sleep. And stop any fever.” She once more helped him drink. Her hand gently rose to his head, and she used it as an excuse to check if he didn’t start to burn up. She looked surprised at him when his hand closed on her wrist with tenderness that she didn’t expect from him. She took the cup away and wiped the drop from his chin. “Rest now, Ardeth.” She stood up and allowed herself to fix the blanket over him a little. Then she left the room, feeling the heat growing on her face.

—

She watched as Madjay started packing all of their things. She had her arms wrapped around her chest. On her face, dissatisfaction was clearly seen. She turned and looked at Ardeth, who walked slowly.

“You should rest a little more.” She said with a stern voice. “You will tear off the stitches, and all my work will be in vain. Didn’t you suffer enough? Do you really want repetition?” She raised her chin. His lips moved like he tried to stop himself from smiling.

“I don’t want repetition, trust me.” The chuckles that leave him went straight to her heart. “Even if your hands are steady when they bring help, they can be a little cruel.” She frowned at him.

“If you thought it was cruel, don’t make me patch you up again. Or maybe I should tie you down to make you rest?” She smiled sweetly at him.

“I am afraid it won’t work… My people and I brought enough trouble for your village.” He turned his eyes to look at other warriors and chuckled when he saw one entertaining a few children.

“This is not true. It was not a problem.” She shook her head and thought about everything she had heard when Ardeth was still asleep. The warriors helped repair what was broken. They gave some sweet dates to the children, and as she saw with her own eyes, they survived the children 's tasks with great patience.

“The duty is waiting for us…”

“It’s not something I can argue with…” She sighed. “You need to be careful. Ride not fast… And take this.” She held out the bundle to him. “There is a salve for the wound - to prevent inflammation. And some herbs for the pain and fever.” He took it gently into his hands and looked into her eyes. She felt her heart beat a little faster.

“Thank you…I will do as you said, I promise.” He looked down for a slight moment. “If… If I could cross nearby… Would you let me see you again?” He saw she was surprised, but quickly the most beautiful smile rose on her face.

“Yes. I would allow it. But only if you will be unscratched." This time, Ardeth didn’t even try to stop his smile, and she could swear that her heart stopped for a second. They moved to his horse, where he carefully tied the bundle to his saddle. She kept herself busy, scratching the animal's side. She watched him mount the mare, wincing. He settled into the saddle, adjusting his posture so the wound would not pull. Then, unexpectedly, he leaned down  slightly. He whispered her name like a sacred thing.

“Take care of yourself until I return.” His eyes held hers for a moment that felt much longer than it truly was. She got the courage to take his hand and squeeze it.

“Only if you promise me the same.” His thumb caressed her knuckles, and he nodded, making her smile. He straightened, raised his hand to his men, and the horses began their slow departure. She stood there until the sound of hooves faded into the wind.

—

She didn't count how much time went by. She kept herself busy with work - she gathered herbs, made salves, and took care of people in the village. Late evenings were the worst. More often than not, she found herself watching the desert with hope. With hope that Ardeth will truly come back.

One evening, she sat by the table, preparing herbs for drying, when she heard knocking at her door. Surprised, she put down a little bouquet and moved to welcome her visitor. She gasped at the sight of dark eyes of Ardeth watching her. The shock on her face quickly changed into a smile.

“Ardeth. You returned.” She whispered.

“I gave you my word.” His voice was lower than she remembered, a little rougher. But his eyes… they were exactly as before. She stepped aside, and he slowly walked in - not because of injury this time, but to take everything in. The smell of herbs and dried flowers still lingered in the air. He remembered it from the night she saved his life. It calmed him then. And it calmed him still.

“I was afraid that the duty would keep you away…” For the first time, he thought that she looked shy. But still, her eyes looked through his body searching for any injury.

“For a moment, I was afraid the same. But I wanted to see you… Not the healer and saver. But a woman with such courage surprised me.” Her lips parted. For a heartbeat, she was a young girl - not the woman who had stitched flesh and bargained with fate. She was someone who was finally seen. The heat came to her cheeks. “And I have something for you… I think I destroyed the one you have previously…” He reached into a small bag that hung over his chest. Almost hesitantly, he took out a folded piece of fabric, wrapped with a thin cord. He unfolded the fabric with slow precision. Beneath the lamplight, it revealed itself - a shawl in deep desert blue, soft, embroidered along the edges with silver thread that caught the light like tiny stars. Her hand came to her mouth.

“Ardeth… It’s too much. You didn’t have to…” Her throat tightened. Words tangled behind her lips. His face showed something gentle.

“You were willing to give so much for a stranger. Even if you think I didn’t have to… I wanted to give it to you.” She felt tears coming into her eyes. She blinked rapidly, making a step closer to him. “Can I?” He lifted the material a little, and she nodded. Ardeth overcame the distance between them. He wrapped it around her with a care that she didn’t expect from him. His rough fingers brushed her collarbone. It was not intentional, but neither of them pulled away. The shawl was soft against her skin. It was warmer than it looked. She lowered her gaze, tracing the silver threads. Stars. For a second, she felt like he brought the real ones she watched waiting for him in the depths of the night. She touched one with a trembling hand. “Beautiful…” He whispered under his breath, and she looked up at him. It was a moment when she realised he didn’t talk about the piece of the material. She reached for his hand and squeezed his fingers.

“I…” So many words came to her mind, but she felt like none of them was right. But she didn’t need to say anything. He saw it all in her eyes, and he just smiled. “Will you stay?” She whispered as if her body acted before her mind. “For supper?” She added quickly.

“I will stay. For as long as you will want me.” She smiled widely and squeezed his fingers once more. And then she started moving around her place, preparing everything. The evening they met, with his blood on her hands, was just the beginning of their journey. Their future was full of trembling hearts and steady hands. They both finally found the person whom they could show their weakness. And the shawl… It was a witness to all of this. 

Author’s note:

Title came from Ben Barnes song. I felt like it suits to well to this.

Thank you  so much for reading! If it’s not too much trouble, I would love to hear your thoughts about it. Any feedback is greatly appreciated and motivate me to work.

I am sorry about every grammar mistake and misspellings. English is not my first language.

Klaudia  💜

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So yeah... The guy I crushed on for ages plan to propose to his girl. Don't gry me wrong. I am do happy for him, that he found someone who makes his life better.

The morning light spilled through the curtains of the royal chambers, brushing gold across the sheets. It was the kind of dawn Caspian loved - quiet, soft, filled with the hush before the castle woke. His wife stirred beside him, still tangled in dreams. He smiled faintly, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from her cheek. Married life, though still new and a little strange, had quickly become his favorite kind of adventure - less about battles and voyages, more about laughter in hallways and learning the rhythm of two hearts beating side by side.

Then she shifted like she was looking for him in her sleep. A small, startled sound escaped her. He watched how her hand moved and rested against her belly. She opened her magnificent eyes and smiled when she realized that Caspian was watching her.

“Good morning, my husband.” He didn’t even think when he leaned over and connected their lips in a sweet kiss. He stole a few pecks from her and then placed one on her temple.

“Good morning, my queen.” She gently touched his bearded cheek and smiled sleepily.

“I never imagined mornings could be so calm and gentle… especially the ones after marriage."

“If I have anything to say about that, all your mornings will look like this.” His lips gently touched her cheeks and the tip of her nose, making her giggle. “However, I am afraid that we need to get up. Our advisors want to talk about our journey to The Lone Islands, and we should eat something before this.”

“Gladly.” She grinned and sat against the pillows. She stretched herself and winced slightly at the uncomfortable feeling in her abdomen. She watched as he stood up, starting to get dressed. She moved the duvet off her, but quickly covered herself again, feeling the heat coming on her face.

“Something wrong, darling?” Caspian looked at her, his brows furrowed.

“I… Oh, it’s so embarrassing…” She hid her face in her hands, curling her legs closer. He quickly sat next to her, putting his hand against her knee. “I… I got my monthlies… I didn’t expect it for the next few days…” She muttered into her hands. Caspian blinked in surprise. The worry in his eyes softened into quiet understanding.

“Oh,” he said after a moment, his voice low and warm. “So that’s all it is.”

She peeked at him through her fingers. “It feels silly, but it’s just… inconvenient. And messy. And now I’ve gone and ruined the sheets…” He shook his head quickly, smiling in that kind, steady way of his.

“Sheets can be washed or replaced. You are far more important.” He caressed her arm and kissed the top of her head. “How are you feeling?”

“Still embarrassed…” She finally showed her face to him and took his hand in hers. “Apart from that, just a little uncomfortable. I feel some cramps, but it’s not that bad.”

Caspian nodded thoughtfully, his thumb tracing slow circles over the back of her hand. “Then we’ll take things slow this morning. The advisors can wait a little. I’ll send a page to tell them we’ll be late.” Her eyes widened.

“You can’t! They’ll think the new queen makes you lazy.” He laughed softly, the sound warm and unbothered. He kissed her hand.

“Let them think whatever they want. I need to take care of my queen.” He squeezed her hand a little. “I’ll have the maids bring fresh linens and some warm water, and I’ll ask the kitchens for tea. The honeyed kind you like.”

“You don’t have to fuss, Caspian.” She murmured.

“Of course I do. What else are husbands for?” He brushed a stray curl from her forehead and kissed it lightly.

“You really mean to spoil me, don’t you?”

“I fully intend to.” He said, rising with mock dignity. “Now rest. That’s a royal order.”

As he disappeared through the doorway, she let herself sink back into the pillows, the morning light falling softly across her face. Not even a few minutes later, she heard a knock on the door. She welcomed her maid, Feray, with a smile and apologised that she had fetched her so early.

“Don’t worry, Your Majesty,” Feray said with a kind smile, carrying in a basin of steaming water and folded linens. “The King said you weren’t feeling quite yourself this morning.” The queen’s cheeks flushed a little.

“Did he now?” She murmured, half-laughing. “He worries too much, it’s just a normal female thing…”

“That only means he loves you deeply,” Feray replied, setting the basin by the bed and beginning to tidy the sheets with practiced ease. “It’s sweet, really. The maids are already whispering about how the king himself went to the kitchens for tea.”

“Oh, heavens…” She groaned softly, pressing a hand over her eyes. “I’ll never live that down.”

Feray chuckled under her breath. “Better that than a husband who forgets you entirely. There now, lie back a bit, Your Majesty. I’ll help you freshen up before breakfast arrives.”

By the time Caspian returned, carrying a small tray himself, the bed was newly made. His wife was sitting upright, wrapped in a soft robe, her hair loose around her shoulders. She looked far more at ease.

“I see Feray has already outdone me.” He said with mock disappointment.

“Your timing was perfect.” His wife answered with a quiet laugh. “And you definitely won… Did I smell lemon cakes?” She looked at him curious. He smiled brightly and put the tray on the bedside table.

“Mrs O'Clery prepared some goodies for you. Honeyed tea, lemon cakes, toast, and some herbs. She said it could bring you some relief.” Caspian finished, setting the cup of steaming tea carefully in her hands. The queen smiled softly, breathing in the scent. She took a careful sip and hummed happily.

“Aslan, bless Mr. O’Clery. She knows what a woman needs.” Caspian sat next to her, leaning against the headboard. He put his arm around her and kissed the side of her head when she leaned against him.

“Can you believe she called me ‘dear fool’?” Caspian chuckled, looking at his wife. She looked up and smiled. She touched his cheek.

“If you are a fool, you are the kindest and loving fool. My fool.” She stole a quick peck on his lips. He smiled against her lips, his laughter soft and breathless.

“Your fool, hmm? I can live with that title.”

“You already do.” She teased, resting her forehead against his.

For a moment, neither of them spoke. The quiet stretched between them. Caspian took her head into his hands, kissing her deeply and slowly.  He could almost forget the world beyond these chambers: the weight of crowns, councils, and alliances waiting to be discussed. Almost. He brushed his thumb across her cheek.

“I suppose I should still meet the advisors. If I don’t appear soon, Drinian might send a search party armed with scrolls and complaints.”

She giggled softly. “He does take his duties rather seriously.”

“And I rely on that seriousness more than I admit.” Caspian said and pecked her lips. He looked at her, a fond glint in his eyes. “Still, I wish we could sail away today. No court, no council. Just the two of us and the sea.” Her gaze softened. Her hand moved to his hair, and she started to comb it gently.

“You miss it, don’t you? The deck under your feet, the wind, the stars.” He nodded, and she could say that his mind was far away for a moment.

“A part of me always will. But lately… I think I’ve found adventure far greater.” His fingers caressed the skin on her neck. “You. And the life we are building.”

Her smile faltered - not from sadness, but from that quiet awe that comes when words are too much. She leaned into his touch, closing her eyes. And she kissed him hard.

“Go.” She whispered. “Before the council will blame me for keeping the King hostage.”

Caspian chuckled and stood, pressing a last kiss to her forehead. “Then I’ll make my escape before you’re accused of treason.”

He turned at the doorway, unable to resist one last glance. She was watching him, her eyes soft and shining in the morning light, the cup of tea still in her hands.

“Come back soon.” She said and smiled softly.

“Always.” He promised, and the word lingered between them like sunlight—quiet, sure, and full of love.

Outside, the castle was beginning to stir. But for a moment longer, Caspian carried the peace of that chamber with him. The laughter, the scent of honey and lemon, and the memory of his queen’s smile - it was his truest kingdom of all.

Author’s note: Thank you so much for reading! If it’s not too much trouble, I would love to hear your thoughts about it. Any feedback is greatly appreciated and motivates me to work.

I am sorry about every grammar mistake and misspelling. English is not my first language.

Klaudia  💜

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The desert wind carried the scent of dust and myrrh through the camp. Beyond the tents, the dunes rolled toward the horizon in endless, sun-bleached silence. Ardeth Bay stood beside his horse, tightening the saddle straps. He preferred the quiet  -  the wind, the sand, the weight of a blade at his hip. These things made sense. Orders from Cairo rarely did.

“Still pretending you can outrun your duties, Ardeth?”

The voice came from behind him—warm, amused, with a strong Arabic accent. Ardeth rose, brushing sand from his hands. He turned to face Dr. Terence Bey, who stood with his usual air of calm authority. Dr. Bey’s presence always signaled official business, a reminder of obligations Ardeth would rather avoid. A leather satchel slung across one shoulder, and his red fez on his head.

“I was not aware that I needed to report to the Museum of Antiquities.” Ardeth said evenly.

Dr. Bey smiled, that patient smile that always seemed to see through his irritation. “You do not. But sometimes our goals coincide. As they do now.”

He motioned toward the tent behind him. Inside, a map lay spread over a table—ink marks tracing the edge of the Theban necropolis. Beside it, a small wooden chest sealed with wax. Ardeth’s gaze lingered on it, alert to the tension. The air in the tent seemed heavier, charged with purpose. Ardeth understood the weight of such discoveries and the risk they brought.

“What is this?” he asked quietly.

“An artifact recently uncovered near Dendera,” Bey said. “The seal suggests it predates the Middle Kingdom. I’m sure you remember legends about such objects.”

“Legends of things that should remain buried.” Ardeth frowned.

“Precisely why I asked for your help. You know the price of disturbing the peace of these things. This chest must be escorted to an excavation site near Luxor. There, it will be studied under my supervision.” He paused. “And you will not be traveling alone.”

Ardeth stiffened. “I do not require assistance.”

“It is not assistance,” Bey said, almost apologetically. “It is a company. The daughter of the archaeologist leading the excavation will accompany you. The roads are unsafe, and her father insisted on protection.”

Ardeth’s expression darkened. “You ask me to guard an Englishwoman?”

“I ask you to guard two treasures, Ardeth,” Bey said with a faint, knowing smile. “One made of stone and mystery - and one who insists on wearing lace in the desert.”

The younger man’s jaw tightened. “The desert will teach her humility.”

“I daresay it will,” Bey murmured. “But try not to let it kill her first.”

For a moment, silence settled between them. Then Ardeth inclined his head, reluctantly. “I will see it done.”

“I knew you would.” Bey’s tone softened. “And Ardeth - do try to be civil. She is not her father.”

Ardeth did not answer. He stepped out into the harsh sunlight, the heat wrapping around him like a challenge. Somewhere out there, among the dunes, awaited a foreign girl and a relic that should never have been found. And for reasons he could not name, both already felt like trouble.

-

The caravan waited at the edge of the Nile, where the reeds whispered in the morning wind. Camels grumbled and shifted under the weight of water skins; servants hurried, their shouts carrying over the slap of the river against the dock. Ardeth approached in silence, his dark robes drawing wary glances. His gaze swept over the camp - supplies stacked neatly, chests marked by the Museum of Antiques. He petted the side of his horse, and then he saw her. She stood apart from the bustle, beneath the shade of a wide parasol. She looked around with curious eyes and a polite smile on her lips. The sun caught on her hair and the fabric of her traveling gown, pale linen with delicate lace at the collar, looked absurdly out of place against the sand. When their eyes met, he saw a twinkle in her eyes, and her smile became more trained. She came closer to him.

“You must be Mr. Bay.” She said it, her accent perfectly clear. “Dr. Bey said you would meet us here.”

“Ardeth Bay.” He bowed his head slightly. “You are the daughter of Dr. Wycliffe?”

“Yes, Y/N Wycliffe.”  She tilted her head, studying him with more curiosity than caution. “I must say you’re rather younger than I expected.”

Ardeth felt a familiar, sharp tug of irritation at the casual assessment. It was a common failing of the English to judge a man by their own narrow expectations.

“And you,” Ardeth replied, his voice a low, dry murmur that held no hint of warmth. “are exactly as advertised. Too much lace for a desert journey.”

Her smile didn’t flatter; however, the spark in her eyes faded. He didn’t see the blush on her face that he expected. Instead, she gave a small, graceful shrug.

“It is linen, Mr. Bay. And it’s quite comfortable, thank you. The lace is just a small addiction. I must agree that typical English dresses may not be the most practical travel wear…” She stepped closer to his beautiful mare. She reached out a hand, and the horse, surprisingly, lowered her muzzle for a gentle scratch. The young lady smiled at that. “But I was not aware I would be requiring the wardrobe of a warrior.”

Ardeth watched the interaction, the simple, natural grace of her hand on his horse’s soft nose. He felt a flicker of surprise cut through his annoyance. The mare was temperamental with strangers.

“You won’t be. You will be riding in the carriage.”

“I prefer riding on horseback, Mr. Bay. I assure you that the dress won’t be a problem. I’ve ridden since I was a child, and I am quite capable of keeping up.” She said, lifting her chin a little.

“The carriage will be safer.” Ardeth’s gaze snapped from the horse to the woman.

“Probably. But certainly slower and far more dull.” Her tone was light, but there was a stubbornness that he recognized instantly as trouble.  

“Your father asked for my protection. Not entertained for you.”  Ardeth stated, his voice flat and authoritative. “And that means following my instructions.”

“Dr Bey said that you are one of the most capable people to guarantee protection for the artifact and for me.” She was looking straight into his eyes. “I am not a tourist. I’m here to work. I feel the desert calling me. I want to feel the wind on my face. And to be in Luxor as fast as we can.” He studied her face - the genuine enthusiasm mixed with the frustrating defiance. Ardeth was quiet for a long moment. Doing this the faster way was tempting. He just didn’t know if he would be prepared to listen to all the complaints on the way when she got tired. He sighed, a barely audible expulsion of breath.

“Fine.” The word was clipped and sharp. “You will ride on horseback, Miss Wycliffe. But there will be conditions.”

“And what is that?” Her features brightened, and in her eyes was  almost childish eagerness.

“You will ride right beside me or directly behind me. If you slow the pace or cause any trouble, you will be put in that carriage for the remainder of the journey.”

Y/N’s smile was triumphant, dazzling enough to make him regret his agreement instantly. “We have a deal, Mr. Bay.”

-  

Not even an hour later, the caravan was in motion. Ardeth led the way, his eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of danger. Directly behind him rode Miss Wycliffe. He expected her to already complain or at least look uncomfortable. Instead, she seemed completely at ease. She looked like she truly understood the horse. She rode not to weary herself nor the animal. The parasol had been discarded in favour of a hat that protected her face from the sun. The thin linen of her dress did not seem to restrict her. She tried to start a conversation a few times, but always met with sharp and short replies or with silence.

The time stretched under the merciful sun. Ardeth raised his hand, signaling a halt. The men began setting up camp - tents, fire pits, and hobbled camels. She dismounted her horse before Ardeth could offer help, landing lightly in the sand. Her cheeks were flushed, eyes bright despite the exhaustion. One of the men came to secure her horse. She sent a grateful smile to one of his men and said “Shukran” with a broken accent. She looked at Ardeth and smiled even more.

“It looks like I didn’t slow us down too much.” He could notice a mischievous glint in her eyes.

“No, you did not. You did well, Miss Wycliffe.” He nodded his head. “You should rest now. The way before us is very long.”

“I would love to help somehow with our camp.”

“There’s no need for that. Our men know their job.” Ardeth gave her one more look and turned his eyes to campside.

“I’m sure they do. This doesn't mean that they need to do this alone. I know how to start a fire without fainting. And I was told that I make excellent tea.” She raised her hand and pointed to the camp kitchen. Her tone wasn’t defensive, just matter-of-fact.

“You’ve done that before?” His brow rose a little.

“My father used to take me on digs in the north.” Her smile became a melancholic, sad one. “He believes that I should know how to manage the simple things. Fire, horses, maps. And languages..” She glanced up at him, the flame catching in her eyes. “Though I’m afraid my Arabic leaves much to be desired.”

“You speak well enough.” He mumbled when they slowly moved to the fireplace, where somebody had prepared places to sit.

“You only heard one word.” She looked up, taking the place, sitting with her back straight.

“Sometimes it is enough. And you will have many possibilities to learn more before we reach Luxor.” They both were given small cups of tea. She gladly drank something warm when the desert around them grew colder.

“This would be perfect.” She looked around with curiosity, and even Ardeth could not notice that. He nodded to himself, watching her carefully.

“If you insist, we will find some work for you, miss. But not tonight. You will be given a task when we are sure that you can manage after the journey. Tonight, focus on resting.”

She looked at him, and her smile grew brighter. “I can do this.” It was like she reminded herself to be a proper English lady and calmed herself a little. “Thank you, Mr. Bay.”

-

Through the next few days, she did everything to not be a burden to the Madjai. She was willing to do every task they have her do, not being afraid of asking for help or how they would do this. She was kind to every one of them, and soon one of the eldest warriors started to treat her like his own daughter. She was no longer a stranger. She took part in the evening storytells. More than once, she made them laugh by trying to speak Arabic with her accent. She treated them as equals, and they treated her the same. The only one that seemed immune to her charm was Ardeth. He always stayed serious and a little off to the side.

One evening, they sat around the firecamp. The wind was getting even heavier. The sand that was getting on her face started to irritate her, but still she didn’t say a word. Ardeth sat next to her when the youngest warrior, Fathi, for whom it was the first mission, came closer. The older Madjai looked at the boy with curiosity.

“Miss…” She looked at him with a kind smile. “It’s for you. It will protect your face from sand better than your hat.” He shyly gave her his reserve scarf. She took it gently, her fingers brushing the young man’s hand.

“Thank you, Fathi!” She said with warmth in her voice. “This is very kind of you.”

Fathi ducked his head, slightly embarrassed, muttering something in Arabic that made the other laugh. She unfolded the scarf. The fabric was soft against her skin and smelled faintly like cedar and smoke. She hesitated, unsure how to wrap it properly. Before she could ask, Ardeth rose to his feet and stepped closer.

“Allow me.” He said quietly. She looked at him in surprise. Seeing the sharp lines of his face made her forget how to breathe for a few seconds. He took the fabric from her hands. With practiced ease, he wrapped it gently around her head and lower face.  His movements were precise and never rough. A shiver ran across her skin when she felt his rough, calloused finger touch her cheek. “You need to cover your mouth and nose. The sand carried by wind can cut the skin and fill your lungs.” He met her eyes then.

“Thank you, Mr. Bay. I’ll remember that.” She nodded, her voice was muffled beneath the cloth. And even with her lips covered, he just knew that she was smiling gratefully.

-  

The days after settled into a quiet routine.  Dawn always found them on horses. She no longer looked out of place. Her laugh became a little light in the darkness of the desert. Even Ardeth found himself looking for her, not only to make sure she was alright.

One evening, something changed on the air. Stillness could be felt all around, and all warriors were on high alert. Even horses and camels looked nervous. Miss Wycliffe watched them all, sitting next to Ardeth. She turned her eyes on him, hoping to calm herself, watching his stoic behavior, but even he seemed to be reacting to that change.

“Mr. Bay… Is something wrong?” She moved a little closer to him, speaking in a low voice. “You all make me uneasy…” He finally looked at her and, for the first time since they met, he noticed a bit of fear in her eyes. Something deep inside him wanted to calm all her worries. He sighed quietly, and his hand found its place on his sword.

“Something is coming… But we don't know what or when.. It’s like the desert sent a warning to our bones…” She notes her lip on his words, her fingers tighten on the cup.

“If it comes…”

“Try to stay behind me. Do what I say. And if I could no longer protect you, stay with our men.” He stopped her quickly, trying to make her not think about what could come. “In the worst case… You know how to survive in the desert well enough to reach Luxor on your own.” She looked down at her fingers, and he could swear he saw tears glisten in her eyes.

“I hope we will never need to try the last options.”

“I hope so too.” He sighed again and refilled her cup with hot tea. He hoped it would bring her at least a little comfort from the dark thought.

-  

She woke up, feeling uneasy. She sat on her bedroll and rubbed her eyes. She looked around, noticing two Medjai who kept watch. It took her a few seconds to realize that one of them is Ardeth. She wrapped the blanket around her shoulders. She stood up and walked slowly to him.

“You should sleep, Miss.” He said, surprisingly softly, turning to look at her. She sighed, wrapping the blanket tighter around her.

“I couldn't… I don't know if it was because you were so alerted before, or maybe I felt the desert calling too…”

“It’s possible… You spent enough time in the desert to be recognized as its people.” She couldn't help but smile at his words. However, she didn't have time to answer him when they heard a commotion on the other end of the camp. They both looked there, hearing more neighing of horses and loud screams of people. Her heart nearly stopped, and she looked at Ardeth, who was already taking out his sword.

“Stay here!” He said sharply, his eyes never leaving the darkness. Then he was gone, a dark blur swallowed by the storm of sand and flame.

Panic rippled through the camp. Camels screamed. A tent collapsed in a rush of fabric and sparks. She ducked as an arrow whistled past her shoulder, embedding itself in the sand where she’d been standing seconds before. Her breath hitched.

She dropped the blanket and ran - not away, but toward the overturned supply crates. A flash of movement caught her eye - Fathi, struggling to load a rifle with shaking hands. She dropped beside him.

“Give me that!” She said, her voice steadier than she felt. He blinked at her in surprise but obeyed. Her father had taught her to shoot once, in the fields near Oxford. Targets made of bottles and laughter. This was not the same, but her hands remembered.

She took aim, fired once. The shot cracked the air, and one of the raiders fell from his horse. Fathi gaped. She didn’t look at him - she was already reloading.

Through the smoke and chaos, Ardeth saw her. For a heartbeat, disbelief froze him. The Englishwoman - bareheaded now, scarf loose around her neck - was fighting beside his men. He felt the sharp, unwelcome sting of fear in his chest.

He cut down a raider who charged toward her, sand spraying up from the blow.

“Miss Wycliffe!” He shouted. “Get down!”

She dropped to her knees just as his curved blade swept past where her head had been, striking another attacker who had lunged from the shadows. For a moment, silence fell - broken only by the moan of the dying wind.

And then it all ended. The riders started running away, leaving only their dead and the smell of blood and fire. Her hands started shaking when she realized that they were safe now. Her chest was heavy when she lowered the rifle. Ardeth was still before her, the blood and sand visible on his sword. She looked around, trying to notice if all of their men were all right.

“You disobeyed!” Ardeth's voice was sharp like his blade. She looked up at him and rose to her feet, even when she felt them shaking.

“I helped!” She shot back, breathless. “Your men would have been overrun.”

“You could’ve been killed!” He took a few steps closer to her. Their eyes looked. There was anger in his eyes, but also something different that she couldn't name.

“But I wasn’t!” She raised her chin a little, still looking directly in his eyes. She made this decision in a matter of a few seconds. She dropped the rifle from her hand. Make a quick step closer to Ardeth. She took the material of his robe in her hands and brought him closer to her. She didn't think when she rose on her toes and roughly connected their lips. The world around them stopped. All she could feel was the steadiness of his chest against her trembling fingers. And then, to her surprise, she felt his lips moving against hers. His hands found hers, gently helping her to relax her fingers against his chest. Then he wrapped his arms around her, bringing her even closer to him.

For a moment, the world fell utterly still. The sound of the dying fire, the crackle of sand underfoot, even the whisper of the desert wind. It all faded. There was only her, warm and trembling in his arms. Her lips against his, tasting of dust and courage and something that felt achingly alive.

Ardeth didn’t think. For once, he didn’t have to.

He deepened the kiss, his hand rising to cup the back of her neck. His thumb brushed the edge of her jaw. Her breath caught in a soft sound that pulled him closer. The strength that had carried her through the battle now melted into his embrace. Her hands clung to him as if afraid he might vanish back into smoke and legend.

When they finally broke apart, they were both laughing - quietly, breathlessly, in disbelief.

“You are…” He said, his forehead resting against hers. “Completely reckless…” His eyes softened, the harshness gone, replaced by something that almost looked like wonder. “But also… brave. Too brave for your own good.”

Her hands were still fisted in his robe. “You were worried.” She teased, her voice barely above the wind.

“I was.” He admitted without hesitation. “More than I should have been.”

That honesty made her heart twist. She smiled up at him, her cheeks flushed and glowing in the firelight. “Then perhaps,” she said softly, “you should stop trying to be made of stone.”

A hint of laughter escaped him - low, rare, and beautiful. “Stone can still feel the warmth of the sun, Ghalia.” She was watching him with bright eyes, her hand finally relaxed, and she started caressing the fabric of his robe with her thumb.

“What did you just call me?”

He hesitated, then smiled - a real one this time, gentle and unguarded. “Something I probably should not.”

She laughed again, quietly. “Then you must tell me… but tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow,” He agreed, his thumb brushing away a streak of sand from her cheek. “When the desert is calm.”

She leaned against him then, resting her head against his chest. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat was the first peaceful sound she’d heard since the chaos began. Around them, the camp slowly settled back into uneasy sleep, but neither of them moved. They allowed the stars to watch their growing feelings. For the first time, the desert didn't feel lonely. It felt alive. It felt kind. And they only hoped that the ride before them would be the same. Because the hot desert brought them something that was much more worthy than the artifact, and much more ethereal. They found love.

Dictionary:

Shukran - thank you 

Ghalia - my precious

Author’s note:

Thank you  so much for reading! If it’s not too much trouble, I would love to hear your thoughts about it. Any feedback is greatly appreciated and motivate me to work.

I am sorry about every grammar mistake and misspellings. English is not my first language.

Klaudia  💜

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