Neffi
At 10:45, the music stopped and everyone turned their attention towards my father, who was standing in the middle of the room. The nervousness from before had returned. The time had finally come for me to perform the ritual and I was scared shitless. Not just because I might forget my lines or the steps, but because of everything else. Earlier that day, Beth had warned me that my stepmother might make a move tonight and at the same time, Dom, had warned us about another potential threat, and to make matters worse, Ams still hadn’t come back yet and I was getting worried.
“Now to perform the ritual for Beiwe, I give you my daughter, Princess Nefertiti, and my son, prince Chuma,” our father said proudly.
I swallowed hard as my brother, and I stood. Chuma then offered me his arm, wh
