Chapter XXVI. Treacherous, breaking covenants

-Alara, this is not what we agreed to. You are not permitted to violate the covenant. We made a deal to follow my instructions.

-You may call it treachery or breach the agreement if you want, but I won’t put on this damn dance attire.

Months after the betrayal, the waters returned to normal, albeit with significant modifications. The story of Zainab and Hassan increased tenfold, or even a hundredfold.

Alara abused that mistress, she was fired from work, in the most humiliating way, following an embezzlement scandal, orchestrated, she begged not to be sent to prison, was abandoned by Sardar, and was told by a third party, that no one in this world could influence him, except his beloved wife Alara.

Her anger subsided, and the girl knelt at her feet, begging her.

Sardar did not dare oppose her plan, as it was her first condition, for the water to return to normal between them.

Soon the devil exploded inside her, to the point of angering Hatshepsut herself, her pharaoh increasing every day, she partially reneged on the agreement between them, as soon as she was able to impose her control over Sardar, she began to oppose Hatshepsut again, but not as it was before, quarrelsome perhaps.

The matter between them turned into a battle for control, in all its details, Alara won once, and Hatshepsut won once.

One thing the two want passionately, they must have a child, for Alara, who will be an eternal trump card, Sardar will not dare leave her after this, despite everything she does to him, she will humiliate him even more.

For Hatshepsut, her hope of survival would be to secure the transition after Alara’s death.

Authoritarian, stubborn, evil in a frightening way, Sardar runs away from her, is absent from her for months, to relieve himself of the trouble of her coven, and to bear her temper and madness, which is increasing day by day, life with her is no longer tolerable in any way.

He even began to think seriously about marrying a second woman, and even separating from her, before Alara surprised him with a phone call, I carry your child in my womb.

At the beginning of 1980 A.D., the dream finally came true. Alara was carrying their first child in her womb.

Hatshepsut does not dare ask her to get rid of the fetus, because this year in particular, and this season in particular, is not the right time to conceive a newborn suitable for transfer, but who cares about her now and her damned transfer! I decided to accept the matter, instead of engaging in an endless quarrel with Alara because of him, and in the hope of a miracle that would result in appropriate Pharaonic blood.

-What shall we call him, my beloved wife?

-As you wish, choose the name you.

-If he was a boy, his name would be Marwan. I always liked that name.

-Well, Marwan’s father, you have what you want.