Chapter 4

The day of hunting fest...

Izna's POV

The maids wake me up before sunrise. I have to bath in milk and scented oil. Then they do my makeup, fix my wig, ornaments. It takes hours to finish. I almost fell asleep. We reach the festival in a fancy carriage.

"Princess Izna please don't fall asleep. It's embarrassing for a noble woman. The prince may feel insulted too."

"But Horus you will never understand how tiring it is. These ornaments are so heavy my head hurts."

"Please endure with it for a little while."

I walk in the temple and stand behind my father the Pharaoh.

"My dear you're looking very beautiful today. Come, let me announce your arrival."

"Here comes Izna the great daughter of the Pharaoh, reincarnation of goddess Isis," A priest announces.

I walk on the highest stage of the temple holding my father's hand.

"There she is" "She's stunning" "Beautiful" "Long live her majesty" the people of the town shouts and waves their hands in the air.

"Do you see this priest? They love my daughter very much. She will be a queen loved by her people. Haha."

"You are right great Pharaoh."

"Time for you to meet your future husband. He arrived before you. Come."

I follow him inside the temple. Is this young man my future husband? There stands a young man about 15/16 years old. Strong, handsome and he has a charming smile.

He walks towards me. My heart beats faster.

"You must me princess Izna. I've only heard about your beauty from father. You look really beautiful in person."

"Th...thank you."

"I'm your oldest brother Seth."

"Pleased to meet you."

"Come let's go meet your husband."

WHAT!!!! I thought he's my husband. I feel heart broken now.

"Go inside. He's waiting inside."

I walk slowly. I don't know what kind of man my future husband is. I'm getting nervous now. What if he's rude and arrogant? I push the curtains out of my way. There's a kid sitting on a resting stool and eating a watermelon with both hands. His face and cloth soaked in watermelon juice. Looks kinda cute though!

"Ooooo aaarr yoooo?" He asks with his mouth full.

"I'm princess Izna. I'm looking for the crown prince."

"Iwsna?" Watermelon juice drips from his mouth.

"Little boy you shouldn't stuff food in your mouth like that. You may choke."

And he chokes right the moment.

"See? I told you shouldn't. Where's your mother? Little boys shouldn't wander alone without their mother. Let me wipe your face."

He stands on his seat and grabs my face in his hand.

"Is this how you talk to your husband? Foolish woman I'll chop off your tongue once I take over the throne."

He's my future husband??? Oh no!!!

The following night...

I've been thinking about this for a few hours. I'm actually marrying a kid? He's 3 years old. Well it's not unfamiliar marrying someone younger but I'll turn into a old hag when he's mature. Plus I have to babysit him all day. Uhhhh.....