Bes stared at Bailey as she explained to him the uses of the device known as an iPhone, a device used to 'take pictures', 'record a video or message', 'listen to music', 'play games' and the one that spoke volumes to the Pharaoh was being able to speak with someone else either near or far without having to write or see them face-to-face.

He glanced at the small thin box that sat beside the iPhone, a cord of sorts connecting the both of them and asked what it was for, she replied that it was a solar charger, creating power through the use of the sun only.  Bes could, but it was difficult, to grasp the strange words that she spoke, still having no idea on what she saying. 

Though at the same time, he understood the idea of it.

As he thought before; her language was a strange one.

"Where your device is charged, can you not contact someone from your own time?" He asked, immediately wishing he hadn't as a somber expression overtook her features, and the only response he received was a shake of her head, a small sigh, and her saying something about getting no signal.  

With his mind still trying to absorb everything that Bailey was telling him was absolutely astonishing, and he couldn't help but feel somewhat jealous of the accomplishments that have been made over thousands of years, wondering how this time would handle Bailey's modern age of technological and medical advances.

As his mind focused back onto Bailey, Bes couldn't help but feel pride overcome him over her plan of catching both Amun and his accomplice in the attempted act of murder, and also, treason and Bes knew that she would make an excellent addition to the royal family of Egypt.

"Bes." His mind was brought back to reality and he looked up from the device to his soon-to-be bride and asked her to repeat herself.

Bailey sighed, "You didn't hear anything I said, did you?"

"Of course I did."

She studied him for a moment. "You don't think we can pull this off do you?"

He looked away, ashamed. The feeling of guilt overwhelmed him. "It's not that I don't believe that we could pull it off, I'm worried about what would happen if we were to get caught. Amun is capable of something impossible at times." He looked at her then, "And as I recall you said that interfering in the past may or may not corrupt the future. If this is something that should happen we should allow events to play out as they are. Why concern yourself about something trivial?"

"I know what I said, Bes. I understand that events play out in a certain way, I believe that things happen for a reason, but never, NEVER, say that your life is trivial." She walked up to him, hazel eyes blazing with fury. "If I hear those words coming out of your mouth again I guarantee that you will regret it because I will kick your ass myself."

Oh, he didn't doubt that for a moment.

Smirking to himself as his mind went back to their very first meeting. Quite the eventful one at that as he remembered her tackling him to the scorching hot sand, then getting bit by a cobra, the Pharaoh's protector. He remembered sucking as much of the poison from the wound as he could, he remembered his personal physician casting a spell to dispel the rest of the poison that he could not get.

"I would not doubt that for a moment, my Queen," he said after a moment before travelling over to Bailey and wrapping his arms around her, pulling him closer to his body, placing a chaste kiss upon her brow. "I will keep those words close to my mind, Bailey. I give you my word."

"You better." She said, though her voice was muffled by her face being pressed to his white tunic. He chuckled. She was beautifully adorable at times.

"I will."

"Good." She pulled away from him. "So when should we start this?"

He took a deep breath. "Do you really want to do this? Do you really want to change the future—your future?"

She looked down to the golden tiled floors. "What future do I have back in my time? No one wanted me. My mother's dead, my father's currently serving jail time at a military prison. All of my friend's have gone their own separate ways. And..." She shrugged. "I like it here."

He studied her, his chocolate brown eyes boring into light coloured ones. "I guarantee you that I will want you for all of eternity. Bailey, you have seared yourself unto my heart. I will be forever yours."

She smiled up at him. "And I shall be yours."

His arms wrapped tighter around her, his fingers dug into her back, though not enough to hurt her. His calm breathing hit her neck, calming her. Bailey closed her eyes and leaned her head against him, allowing herself to relax against him.

They stayed in that position for a few minutes before Bes pulled, a mere inch away, his arms still encircled around her. "What did your father do to be placed in prison?"

Bailey cursed herself for even saying anything. She opened her mouth to speak but no words came out. Bes waited patiently for her to answer. He didn't say anything while she guided him to her bed and they sat down.

It took her a moment, but finally she spoke. "My father used to be in the US Army a few years ago. He was deployed to another country for some sort of mission, I'm not sure which one it was, but he got captured. It took the Special Ops Forces to find where he was located, and this was about three to four months after he'd been taken. I vaguely remember that the government was going to give up on finding him, but they continued when the town we were posted at was in an uproar, saying that a soldier fighting to keep our freedom deserved more of an effort than what the officials were giving.

Anyway, when they did find him, he was in an old, abandoned mining shaft he was barely alive, malnourished, and delirious of barely having any food or water for several months. The people who had captured him were from one of the neighbouring countries who absolutely abhor Americans, so they tortured him for those months, trying to get information out of him. It took them months of rigorous interrogation procedures before he cracked under the pressure and told them what they wanted to know. When this tidbit went back to the Secretary of Defence my father was placed in a holding cell by one of the top government agencies in the world, asked what happened, and placed in jail.

The President believed he is a traitor to the country, but he did everything he could do endure the pain of what he was going through but he just couldn't deal with it. He almost died trying to keep the information a secret and even though he didn't succeed, at least he tried. And now he will be in jail for life. I will never be able to see him again. I will never like nor trust the government ever again."

"Are you angry at your father for giving the enemy that kind of information?"

"No. No, I'm not. I'm angry at the government for the poor treatment of someone who did their duty for their country and this is what happens." She sighed with frustration, running her fingers through her tangled hair. "I just wish they would reconsider their decision to lock him away for the rest of his life. Even if they didn't give him his job back they could still let him go back to being a civilian. He did not give that information willingly."

"Your father sounds like an honourable man."

"He was. He loved his country and wanted to serve that country, he wanted to protect everyone he cares about. Do you think he should be placed in prison?"

Bes opened up his mouth to speak. "I do not know the judicial systems of your time nor country, and I do not know your father so I cannot pass judgment. However, from what I have heard from you regarding your father I do not think he deserves this type of punishment, and that is coming from someone who is known all across Egypt as merciless."

"Yeah. I remember reading a little bit about your reign in Ancient Egypt and I remember thinking of how much of a hard ass you were."

"What about now?"

Bailey tilted her head from side to side, her eyes never leaving him. "Not really. Though, to be honest, some of your rules are a bit ridiculous and something you have to work on."

"And I take it you will give me your opinion on what should be done?"

She nodded. "I will whether or not you want me to."

He gave a chuckle, his chest rumbling against hers as he reached down, barely brushing his lips against hers as he whispered. "I'm looking forward to the moment when you do."

Bailey reached up, kissing him quickly as she spoke, "So do you want to go over the plan again?"

He guided her down fully onto the bed, his muscular arm wrapping protectively around her waist, one of her legs intertwined with his. Grabbing her hand he laced his fingers with hers, placing light kisses on every single one of her fingers. The small action caused her heart to flutter and a smile to form.

Sometimes he could be a real sweetheart and she loved that about him. Sure, he was an asshole for the most part, but absolutely gentle and sweet for the other part. She cleared her throat.

"Might be a good idea if we did."