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Chapter 12
“Morning,” Sydney yawned the next day. Waking up in Michael’s arms was the best feeling she had ever experienced and she knew she wanted to do it more often. “How did you sleep?”
“Great, with you here.” Michael smiled.
“How’s your fever?” Sydney put her hand on his forehead and felt that it was still warm, but not as much as the day before. Sleeping between cotton sheets was definitely better than the dirt bed in Irina’s house. She smiled before climbing out of bed and stretching.
“Are you hungry?” Michael asked, sitting up and leaning against the headboard.
“A little, I think I’m gonna go find the kitchen and see if I can make something.” Sydney said as she walked towards the door.
“There are servants for that, you know.” Michael reminded her.
“I know.” Sydney smiled and closed the door behind her.
***
“Okay, so,” Sydney pushed open the door an hour later. Michael had wondered if she had gotten lost and was almost ready to go looking for her. “I found some bread, and some strange soup stuff. The cooks just looked at me like I was crazy when I started making it myself.” Sydney laughed and set the tray on the end of the bed.
“You didn’t have to go through so much trouble.” Michael replied, taking some of the bread and eating it.
“I do it at home all the time.” Sydney waved it off.
“Where I was yesterday?” Michael asked, remembering she had said she wasn’t from around there.
“No… far far away.” Sydney sighed, missing her home. She was having a good time in Egypt, but she wanted to go home. The only problem was how to get there. She also knew she’d miss Michael if she left.
“Tell me about it?” Michael requested.
“It’s a long story… I should be leaving though, they’re probably wondering where I am.” Sydney said sadly, finishing her food and standing from the bed. She looked back at Michael and something in her heart thumped. She had already admitted to herself that she liked him, but she couldn’t allow herself to fall for him. They lived thousands of years apart on separate continents; it would never work.
“Oh, alright. When will I see you again?” Michael asked as he watched her walk away.
“I don’t know.” Sydney admitted, her hand on the door. She couldn’t make herself look back for fear that her heart couldn’t take it. She felt like she was leaving for good. Once she got home, Irina and Nadia would probably never let her leave again. A single tear rolled down her cheek as she stepped out of the room and found her way back to where she was supposed to be.
***
“Where were you last night?” Irina asked sternly when Sydney walked in the door.
“I got called to the palace.” Sydney replied listlessly.
“Didn’t I tell you not to go back there?” Irina scolded.
“I didn’t really have a choice; one of Michael’s guards came to get me.” Sydney defended, feeling like a teenager being caught staying out all night.
“Michael? Didn’t I tell you to call the Prince by his formal title? You are full of nothing but disrespect and impurity.” Irina yelled.
“It’s my life; I can do what I want with it!” Sydney replied, insulted.
“Fine, if you want to spend your life being a whore, go ahead. Just get out of my house.” Irina declared firmly.
“But I have nowhere else to go…” Sydney pleaded.
“That’s not my problem anymore.”
TBC...