"Being careless is what causes accidents, Bes. Precautions must be taken so that accidents can be avoided. Besides, this was no accident. You allowed it to happen!" Sarah roared her eyes wide, insanity burning in their depths, "They were your family and you didn't do anything to help prevent them from being killed. If it wasn't for your selfishness they would still be with us."

She took another step towards him. She smirked, feeling enjoyment at the inner turmoil of emotions cascading down on Bes. She was going to have fun with this. "You are a selfish human being. No wonder your father did not think you worthy enough to be Pharaoh."

Even though Bes was attempting to not listen to a word that this evil excuse for a woman was saying he couldn't stop the dagger of pain that struck him right in the chest. His heart constricted, gritting his teeth Bes allowed a growl to escape. He was getting tired of this woman.

She was correct. If it wasn't for his selfishness his siblings would still be there.

He was such a fool for thinking that they were nothing more than weak, that they weren't going to be the next ruler of Egypt because they couldn't fight off a few petty thieves.

His eyes gazed over to where Bailey was unconscious. A lump formed in his throat as he fought to control his composure.

It took someone from the future to make him realize that they were warriors. They fought until the bloody end. They held the fury of Ra in their Ka's.

Bes clenched his eyes shut, as the memory of the day surfaced to his mind. It played through his mind that he felt as though he was living it all over again. It happened a summer prior to him becoming Pharaoh. His brother was beheaded and his sister raped then murdered.

And all he did was stand there and do absolutely nothing to prevent it.

Bes was the one who was the coward.

Guilt was soon replaced by a fire that, even he, was frightened by. He let out an enraged snarl, wrenching the dagger from his shoulder, letting it fall to the sand as he jumped up, ignoring the pain in his shoulder, storming towards Sarah.

Her eyes were wide from shock. She backed up in panic. She looked over to Jonathon for help, but he turned away from her, making haste so as not to be noticed as he vacated from the area. Knowing well what Bes was going to do. She gasped, attempting to escape his hands as they closed around her throat.

"How dare you! You bitter whore! First you tamper with our minds so that you can become a member of my court, then you decide to bring Bailey here in order to get your revenge on her deceased mother for accidentally causing you and your brother to be brought here." Bes snarled, brown eyes boring into her own with such hatred, such anger, that Sarah felt it radiating off of him like a wave. "Now you try to smite me and those close to you because of your hatred for something that cannot be fixed."

"Her mother ruined my life!" Sarah choked out, tears of anger, helplessness and the knowledge that she would never return home streamed down her face. "If it wasn't for her I would've been married to the man of my dreams. Instead I'm stuck here while everyone else is happy. I want to go home. And I want to have revenge."

Bes faltered for a moment but tightened his grip on her throat again, this time taking small steps towards the edge of the cliff they were on. "If anyone here is selfish it is you. You are willing to ruin the lives of others for the sake of your own happiness, knowing that you will never get back. Any man who thinks of taking you as their own deserves the same fate."

"Ah, there we are," Sarah sneered, smiling maliciously, defiantly looking Bes in the eyes. "A man who cannot take the repercussions of his own faults shouldn't be so quick to judge. How appropriate, eh Pharaoh?"

"I have come to terms with my own faults. I understand that I am not a man ready to be King of a powerful Kingdom, but I am bettered by the fact that I finally realized that and I am willing to change for the sake of, not only myself, but for Bailey and my Kingdom." He pulled her closer to his face. "You deserve nothing but death. Take enjoyment of your punishment with Anubis because that is where you belong, wench."

Without another word he flung her over the edge of the cliff, turning away he stumbled, falling to his hands and knees as the feeling of being faint quickly over took his body. Closing his eyes, he breathed hard, struggling to keep the darkness from consuming him like it had Bailey.

His eyes snapped open when approaching footsteps could be heard. Blackness was creeping into the edges of his vision as made out the blurry figures of the guards, who had lagged behind him and those who were now dead, rushing towards him and Bailey. Their hands felt distant as they gently took his arms, lifting him up from the ground. Their voices were unclear. He tried to speak, but nothing came out but a sorry excuse of a wheeze.

He saw two more of his guards go over to Bailey, checking her over, before they carefully picked her up. Bes' heart nearly stopped. Her normally pale skin looked even paler. Her body was limp in the arms of his guard. Bes gave a small struggle, wanting to be by Bailey's side, but he could fight no more as the darkness finally took hold.

His eyes slowly opened, his vision was blurred a little. His entire body was sore and weak but an aching pain in his shoulder helped to draw him from his own unconscious state. He felt faint and his head was heavy as he tried to lift it up off of the pillow.

Wait a moment. A pillow? He was confused as he carefully sat up, looking around, squinting as his eyes eventually focused around his surroundings. He noted that he was in his palace infirmary.

He frowned. When did he end up back in the palace?

Why would he be there? He wracked his mind, what had happened to warrant him to be there? He knew something had happened because his shoulder was bandaged and throbbing painfully, but he couldn't seem to recall the events leading up to when he arrived back. It took several moments before his eyes widened. Piece after piece of the past while came crashing down on him. Panic set in as he remembered Bailey in her injured state. He bolted upright, but groaned, gripping the silk sheets as pain shot through his shoulder and he fell back against his mattress.

Once the pain subsided to a dull ache he tried to sit up again, only this time it was with greater care. It took what felt like an eternity but by the Sons of Ra he made it to a standing position. With slow steps he walked behind one of the curtains and gasped, forgetting the pain in his shoulder he went over to the side of the bed, falling to his knees.

There was Bailey, unconscious with bandages covering her entire body. He could tell that she was still breathing but her breath came out in a pained wheeze. Guilt gripped his heart as he gazed at her beaten and battered body.

He did this. He had, once again, permitted a loved one to be injured. He should have kept a closer eye on her. He should have made sure that guards were with her at all times.

He should have...

Bes broke down then. He ignored the pain in his shoulder when he brought his hands up to his face and cried. Bailey was the most important thing to him, he realized. She had fire in her spirit. She was a fighter and she was stubborn when it came to her beliefs. She was a challenge to him.

To put it simply, she was his entire heart.

Through his tears he peered at her face, lifting his hand up, he shakily removed a strand of hair that lay upon her cheek, he tucked it behind her ear, caressing her cheek.

"I am so sorry. I should've...I can't." He looked up at the ceiling. "Please, oh dear and powerful Ra. Give Bailey the strength to make it through this feat in which she has found herself. I am begging thee."

He sobbed, grasping both of her hands in his and laying his head upon her chest, being mindful of the bandages that covered her chest, after everything they had encountered in Bailey's time there to lose her now would be devastating to the young king.

"Please, please Bailey," he begged through clenched teeth. "Do not leave me. I-I'm sorry. I am so, so sorry. I cannot live without you."

His eyes widened as a small, sweet voice was heard. Bes looked up, a rush of relief washed over him. Her bright eyes were opened half-way. Bes strained to hear her as she spoke to him in a whisper. "Please stop begging. It's not in your character to beg anyone for anything, Bes."

He gave her a half laugh, half sob, leaning over to capture her lips with his own. Tears ran down his face and landed on hers.

Bailey was, needless to say, surprised at how much passion his kiss held. He soon pulled back, looking at her as if needing reassurance that she was alive.

"Don't ever scare me like that again."

She gave his hand a light squeeze, smiling ever so slightly when her eyes landed on his bandaged shoulder. "How about you take your own advice first, Bes?"

Bes gave a small chuckle. "Perhaps someday."

They stayed like that for awhile before they were interrupted by the palace physicians and their assistants. As they worked Bailey gazed over at where Bes was, finding him watching intently as they worked on her. She gestured for him to come to her. He did so wordlessly.

"Yes?"

"So what happened to Mahina, uh, I mean Sarah?"

Bes' eyes hardened. "Dead. Her body is being burned as we speak. She will not be entering the luxurious afterlife. She will be forever doomed to live out an eternity of hell in the underworld with Anubis."

She nodded. "And Jonathon?"

"The coward has fled. I have made it my utmost importance to have my army find him, drag him back here, where he can shall be executed before the entire Kingdom to demonstrate what transpires when one decides to act with treasonous intent."

Bailey acknowledged his answer with a small nod. A comfortable silence befell them before she smiled, looking up at him. "What happens with us?"

"What do you mean?"

"Do you really want me to be your bride?" She asked hesitantly. Her cheeks flushing as she asked the question, looking away from him. "I mean, I'm just bad luck. I'm clumsy and I've caused so much trouble since arriving here. And, dear God...what happens if I attack someone from another royal family? That'd be—"

A finger being placed on her lips caused her ramblings to cease. She looked at him again. His eyes searched her face for a moment, looking for something only he understood, and then he uttered a few words that made her chuckle. "I would not have considered taken you as my bride if I did not wish to join you in your...troubles..."

Inclining her head she smiled. "Of course, my King."

Bailey watched as Bes struggled to keep his composure as a smile fought its way through his facade. He looked away. "Once you are healed and things have settled back into normality we shall begin preparations for our matrimonial ceremony in front of the Gods once more."

"Sounds like a plan."

They stared at each other for a few moments before Bes leaned in, kissing her tenderly on the lips. She moaned, lifting her sore arms and wrapping them around his neck, deepening the kiss, never noticing how that they were now the only ones in the infirmary.

The both of them pulled away at the same time but their foreheads continued to touch, smiles on both of their faces. "I cannot see my life without you in it."

"Neither can I," she whispered.

"From now on, I promise to devote my everything to you. To your wants, needs, desires. Everything."

Bailey rolled her eyes. "You're doing it again."

"I apologize, my future Queen, but I must speak on what I am thinking. My love for you is more than what Ra can give."

"Well, in that case." Bailey stopped, pausing long enough to place a chaste kiss on his lips before continuing. "I suppose I love you too."