Urmah felt ashamed of his juvenile behavior. He didn’t like this feebleness and atonality racking his soul and for the love of Utu; he didn’t like that Tiye saw him like this. Unworthy and weak. A male who needed her aid.
Even though this was humiliating, to say the least but he wouldn’t change that moment for what it was. Tiye didn’t sneer at him, she didn’t put salt on his wounds or run for the hills; she stood there bringing him from the dark bit he fell into.
His mind had chosen that moment to blank, to succumb to the dark hollow in his heart. He felt his world fall around him when he saw the head of the royal guard. He remembered how his childhood was.
At that moment, he felt the pain that whip inflicted on his skin. How his father took pleasure in flogging him. The first time he cried and wept, then lost his consciousness.