The Egyptian Princess

The Egyptian Princess

I’ve known for years that someone wants me dead.

It began as a feeling, quiet, cold, like wind slipping through a sealed chamber. I would wake with my heart pounding, certain someone had been watching me. Servants avoided my eyes. My sister avoided my eyes. Whispers in hallways that stopped the moment I appeared.

At first, I thought I was imagining it. A child’s fear. But now I’m fifteen, and the signs are louder. Clearer. More deliberate.

This is not paranoia.

I am Sitmun, daughter of Pharaoh, heir to the throne of Kemet. One day, I will rule, unless someone takes that chance away from me first.

Lately, I’ve begun to suspect the danger isn’t from strangers… but from someone close.

Someone who knows the palace as well as I do.

Someone who smiles in daylight… and plots in the dark.

Someone like Isis.

But why?

And how long do I have before they strike again?