mane shine like gold and gave this girl something mysterious: "What makes you so sure?"
Instead of answering, he held out his hand to her, but instead of immediately following his words, Atemu noticed her hesitation.It almost seemed as if her body trembled as she rose, but did not meet his. It cost him a lot of effort, but he stayed where he was: "Come here."
Isahra took a moment, then put her hand on his. She took a deep breath as she managed to give in to the gentle guidance of his hand and sit down next to him on the bed again, but instead of looking at him she turned at the last moment so that she half turned her back on him.
Atemu swallowed the disappointment as she took her sight and eyes away from him again, but it was clear that she was afraid. So he had to pull himself together and try to take it easy. The prince leaned forward a little and kissed the one of her shoulders that was closest to him without prejudice. He smelled the sweet smell of honey and flowers. Her skin felt warm and soft: "You have never approached a man before? Don't worry, I won't do anything that you won't allow me."He whispered hoarsely and with his free hand pulled the linen sheet over her on the bed. She gave in and fell back to him so that she was against his chest.
"No ... It's not that nobody would be interested in me, but ...", Isahra looked up at him: "... Dad said that my happiness will come here after his death and get me."
Atemu nodded slowly, his father had been like that many times, but it was his luck that she had believed it. He put his arms around her hips and kissed her forehead: "Then I hope that I'll do it justice."
"Definitely ...", Isahra twisted closer to him under his arms so that she was closer to him. She had bent her legs and under her fingertips his heart was pounding in an excited rhythm that intensified as her lips touched his chest.
He slipped his hand under her hair on the back of her neck. With gentle emphasis he made her look up at him. This time it was he who abused her eyes to be fixed on her soul and he liked what he saw very much.Nothing was reflected in the light brown eyes, except love, he had been able to take her for himself within half a day, just like she had done with him. His finger slid down her cheek, then gave in to his urge and kissed her. First contemplative, then stormy until she returned his kiss with the same passion that he let flow into this touch of the lips. When Atemu broke away from her, her eyes were closed and slowly opened.
Isahra smiled at him. "I'll come with you," she said, then snuggled into his chest, where after just a minute her breath had calmed enough that he knew it. She was sleeping.
Atemu stroked her hair and shoulder. She looked peaceful and he remembered his father. Of the words he had left him on his deathbed.
"Atemu, my son. You will experience a lot more beautiful, but also bad things in your life. You are surrounded by friends, but you will need someone who sees you as a person.I had your mother and you too will find a woman who captivates you in the first moment. You will find happiness in Hierakonpolis. It is waiting for you there ... "
The prince looked again at the sleeping girl in his arms: “That's why I came ... To find you.” He kissed her on the temple when the last ray of sunshine of the night gave way and then found sleep himself.

- Good night, may Nut cradle you in her arms and send you nice dreams-