MasukThe exhaustion wouldn't leave me.Every morning, I woke up feeling as though I hadn't slept at all.It wasn't the kind of tiredness that disappeared after another hour in bed. It settled deep inside my bones, making even the simplest tasks feel heavier than they should.I ate properly and drank plenty of water, even every evening, I brewed fresh ginger tea from herbs growing behind the temple.Still… Nothing changed.Standing alone inside the small healer's room, I examined myself once again."As impossible as this feels..." I muttered, "...there has to be an explanation."I pressed two fingers against my wrist, counting silently."My pulse is normal."After a full minute, I lowered my hand and walked toward the polished bronze mirror hanging on the wall and the reflection staring back at me looked almost unchanged.My complexion wasn't pale, there was no fever and no dark circles beneath my eyes.I pulled down my lower eyelid. "No sign of jaundice."Then I gently felt the glands bene
The following morning… I woke with another yawn."...Why am I still tired?"Sunlight filtered through the linen curtains, warming my room, yet I felt as though I hadn't slept at all. My limbs were heavy, and even lifting my arms required more effort than it should have.That didn't make any sense.I'd gone to bed early. I ate well. I didn't have a fever, a cough, or any pain. By all accounts, I should have felt refreshed.Instead, I felt as if I'd spent the entire night carrying stones across the desert.After washing my face, I stood before the polished bronze mirror and the woman staring back at me looked... different.The dark circles beneath my eyes had become more noticeable, and my complexion seemed paler than usual."That's strange..."Old habits from my previous life surfaced almost automatically.I pressed two fingers against my wrist and counted my pulse."Normal..."Then I took several slow breaths, paying attention to my breathing.Also normal."No infection," I murmured w
The next morning...Knock.Knock."Lady Maritza?"A gentle voice drifted through my sleep.It sounded distant, as though it were coming from underwater.Knock."Lady Maritza?"I frowned, forcing my heavy eyelids open."...Mmm..."The ceiling above me slowly came into focus.High Priest Anen stood beside the doorway, his kind face lined with concern."My apologies," I murmured, pushing myself upright. "I... overslept."That had never happened before.Ever since arriving in Ancient Egypt, I'd always awakened before sunrise. Whether to gather herbs, prepare medicine, or simply enjoy the quiet morning air, I was always the first one awake.Not today.High Priest Anen offered me a gentle smile."It happens.""I suppose..." I let out a small laugh.Still feeling embarrassed, I swung my legs over the side of the bed.The moment my feet touched the floor, the room suddenly spun and everything tilted. My vision blurred and I instinctively grabbed the edge of the bed before I collapsed."Lady M
The temple was unusually quiet that night.Moonlight poured through the small window of my room, painting silver patterns across the stone floor as a cool breeze drifted in from the Nile. Normally, I loved listening to the river at night, but today I was simply too exhausted to appreciate it.Every muscle in my body ached after spending nearly the entire day riding Snow.Who knew horseback riding could leave someone feeling like they had been tossed down a mountain?I let out a quiet groan as I stretched my sore shoulders before taking another sip of the warm ginger tea Aya had prepared for me earlier.The heat spread pleasantly through my body.I smiled to myself. "I'll definitel
I groaned the moment I tried to lift my arm."Ow..."Every muscle in my body protested. Even for just sitting up felt like an impossible task.Who would've thought riding a horse could leave me feeling like I'd been trampled by an entire cavalry?"My legs... my back... my shoulders..." I rubbed my aching neck with a wince. "I don't think there's a single part of me that doesn't hurt."Despite the pain, I couldn't help laughing at myself. Yesterday was amazing. Ramose and Menes had spent nearly the entire morning teaching me how to ride. Well... attempting to teach me.I'd lost count of how many times I'd nearly slipped out of the saddle.
The morning passed far more peacefully than the previous few days.Instead of gathering inside the temple halls, everyone met in the temple garden where a cool breeze drifted through the palm trees, making the discussion far more pleasant.Several scrolls were spread across a wide stone table while Ramose sketched rough maps of the western desert with a reed pen.I leaned over them curiously, trying to follow the routes he was drawing."So..." Ramose suddenly looked at me with a grin. "You've surprised us again."I blinked innocently. "I did?"He laughed after he saw my expression. "You always do."Menes nodded in agreement.







