Feelings

Akhenaten sat alone on the roof of his bed chamber and just stared unseeing at the expanse of the city beyond.

He couldn't say he was saddened by his father's passing.

The weight of the crown rested solely on him now.

In truth, it had, long before his father's death-since he's been too sick to do much of anything.

He'd been very pleased with the banquet and the honoured guests who graced the occasion and gave their condolences.

He closed his eyes and let out a breath.

He was troubled.

His mind went back to the brown eyes that constantly tormented his thoughts.

Before the banquet, he hadn't seen her for two weeks, two whole weeks.

The reason being her words had affected him in a way that troubled him.

She'd talked about 'love'—unconditional love—and he'd immediately told her that his love for her was unconditional.

But she had replied asking him if he would let her go if it meant she'd be happy.

He'd given her the obvious answer.