Chapter 24 His sun

As a pharaoh, Tutankhamun possessed supreme authority. He was decisive in his killings, with straightforward methods.
The more I saw, the greater the fear within me.
He was always a monarch born in a feudal slave society, and we had differing opinions on his slaughter methods.
As he grew older, his subordinates began to have ulterior motives, pushing their daughters in front of him. He coldly rejected them.
I observed this, being several years older than him. As time passed, I would age and lose my allure.
I didn't want my life to be only about competing for favor among the Pharaoh's women.
I wanted to pursue a career and yearned for freedom in distant lands, and my longing to return home grew more assertive.
In Tutankhamun's room, I found a dagger and hid it under the bed, waiting for the right moment to assassinate him.
I knew that if I failed, I would face the same fate as the traitor.
That day, he came back as usual, tightly embracing me.
In that fleeting moment, I hesitated, but it quickly vanished when I heard him speak of whom he had killed today.
When his guard was sleepy at its lowest, I acted swiftly, plunging the dagger into his heart.
Blood stained his chest, and only his gentle smile made me realize he was just a nineteen-year-old boy.
Under the influence of blood, there was a sick beauty.
He touched it with his hand...
In his blood, I stained my face and hair. The messy mixture of blood was an incredibly lonely beauty.
"I entrust my life to you. Stay by my side..."
The gate of time and space opened, and memories flooded in. My tears soaked my clothes.
In the palm of my hand, a burning manuscript appeared. It was a curse from Pharaoh.
It was Akhenaten's curse.
After I killed Aten, the curse shattered.
"Please, don't cry. Amon will bless us to meet again."
"Please, may I call you, my dear Ankhesen...?"
My soul gradually became transparent, as if trying to leave this place.
"You may."
The boy smiled like when we first met; I was his sun.