Shadows of Betrayal

Shadows of Betrayal

The moon hung low in the night sky, casting an eerie glow over the encampment. Nefertari stood at the edge of the makeshift camp, the desert wind whispering through the tents, carrying with it the faint scent of the Nile. Her heart, though steeled for the battles to come, was heavy with the weight of her people’s suffering and the immense burden of leadership. Every decision she made was a step further down a path she had never asked to walk, yet she knew there was no turning back.

The quiet of the night was interrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching. Nefertari turned to see Imhotep, her most trusted advisor, and friend, approaching with a troubled expression. His normally calm demeanor was now strained, his brow furrowed with worry. Nefertari’s heart quickened—Imhotep was not one to be easily rattled.

“Your Highness,” Imhotep began, his voice low and cautious, “there is something you must know. Something that cannot wait until morning.”