The Pharaoh’s Favorite novel Chapter 55

I expected punishment.

I expected to be dragged before the court, stripped of my finery, forced to kneel while the concubines whispered their poison into the ears of the Pharaoh.

I had left Heket beaten, bloody, barely able to stand. If nothing else, they would demand retribution for that.

But when I arrived at the royal audience, I was met with silence.

The harem was absent.

The courtiers, the priests, the murmuring nobles who had once relished in my growing scandal, who had gossiped and speculated over Nebetta’s death—they were here.

And yet, the women who had so desperately sought my downfall had been denied the chance to stand against me.

Instead, Amen alone stood before me. My breath hitched as our eyes met.

His gaze lingered, unreadable, his expression as calm as ever. But I could feel it—the weight behind it. The power.

For the first time, I truly understood. They were not judging me. They were waiting to be judged.

The Pharaoh himself dismissed every accusation against me with a flick of his hand, his voice measured, unyielding.

“These are slanderous lies,” Amen declared. “The accusations against Neferet are nothing more than an attempt to sow discord where none exists. I will not allow it.” His tone never wavered, his conviction absolute. “She was with me during the days in question. There is no possibility that she was involved in Nebetta’s death.”

A heavy silence fell over the court. I kept my posture straight, my expression smooth, but inside, my pulse roared in my ears.

“Thank you, my Pharaoh,” I manage to say, my voice steady despite my racing heart. “For your trust in me.”

His eyes hold mine for a moment longer, something unspoken passing between us. Then he turns to address the gathered courtiers.

“Do not waste my time with false accusations again,” he warns, his tone hardening. “Especially not while Egypt faces greater threats.”

A quiet but unmistakable chill settled over the gathering. His meaning was clear. This is my decree. Let no one challenge it.

I did not bow. I did not lower my gaze in feigned humility. Instead, I met his eyes—steady, unwavering. And I let my silence say what no words could.

You have shown your trust in me. And I will not fail you.

Just like that, it’s over. No punishment. No consequences. Just Amen’s word against all others, and his word is law.

I leave the audience chamber in a daze, my mind spinning. This makes no sense. Even with Amen’s favor, surely there should be some price to pay for what I did to Heket?

I moved quickly, ignoring the wary glances from passing servants, pushing through the corridors with determined strides. As I neared my chambers, a voice stopped me.

I find Werel outside my chambers, deep in conversation with Sahety. They stood outside my doors, speaking in hushed tones. The moment Sahety caught sight of me, he gave a brief, almost imperceptible nod to Werel—then turned on his heel and left without a word.