SON OF THE HERO KING

From the Duke level onwards, the thinking speed of an individual was equal to that of a very powerful supercomputer. This was even more the case for Divine Beasts or beings of their level and beyond.

Normally, this ability was a godsend. Something extremely necessary to fight during high-speed battles that approached or even went beyond the speed of light.

Even in everyday life, the ability to think faster was without a shred of doubt a very useful thing. As it would generally let you have more reaction time for practically anything.

But recently, Nefertiti realized just how cursed this natural ability of hers could be in certain situations such as the one she currently found herself into. She almost dreaded it to no end.

“Nefertiti, I think we need to talk.”

Nefertiti felt as though she had never heard more frightening words in the entirety of her life.

Sol’s face was the epitome of calmness and his voice was as soothing as she remembered it to be. His eyes held a concerned light as he gazed at her visage. His gaze suggested as though he was looking at a pitiful child.

The more he acted like this, the more worried Nefertiti became inwardly and it almost peeled into reality through her bodily reactions. Her heart began to beat so fast that it felt like it would leap out of her throat at any moment. She felt a lump in her throat that almost made her suffocate like never before.

Ever since she came into this territory, worry and self-doubt had suddenly become her best friend and life-long companion of ill fortunes.

What did he want to say?

What should she do?

Would he abandon her?

Would he ask her to apologize to Isis?

Hundreds of thousands of suffocating thoughts stormed in her mind at lightning speed, drawing different harrowing scenarios, each more somber and bleak than the previous one.

Nefertiti was currently swimming in a swamp full of negativity that almost made her lose her mind. The more she tried to walk out of that swamp the deeper she sank and the light in her eyes slowly dimmed into nothingness.

“Why are you thinking so much?”

She was brought back to reality as she felt a warm hand on the back of her head.

Looking up, her eyes wet with tears, Nefertiti could see Sol giving her a wry smile before he gently hugged her in his embrace.

Isis, standing on the side, gave a warm smile at the sight before walking out of the room to give them some space.

She could have stayed but unlike Nefertiti, Isis had no doubt about her place in Sol's heart. Her talk with him was in no way urgent and she could afford to wait a little more.

‘Well, I should visit Sheherazade in the meantime.’

Her little fairy friend had been asleep all this while. Her wounds were healed but she stayed asleep, digesting the gains and evolution she had obtained.

The last time she visited the fairy, a cocoon had entirely covered her whole frame. Isis couldn’t help but wonder what her friend would transform into once she came out. [1]

———

Even though Isis left, Nefertiti noticed nothing, her eyes were still glued on Sol, awaiting for salvation of her broken spirit.

“I have been thinking about our relationship, you know?”

Sol spoke as he led her toward a chair for her to sit. Nefertiti only sat once he gestured her to do so.

This made Sol reaffirm the conclusion he came to.

Sol had been thinking about how he should go about

his relationship with Nefertiti.

The mistake he made initially was treating her the same as he did his other women.

No matter how broken women like Medea, Milia, or Camelia were, it did not change the fact that they had their own independence.

They knew what they wanted and while they may not act on it, they did not need someone to control them.

Camelia for example was a pure masochist but it did not mean she really saw Sol as her master. She was very independent and did not need anyone to take care of her.

In fact, since she had helped in raising him, Camelia still sometimes saw him as a naive child.

But Nefertiti was different. If Camelia was a masochist, then Nefertiti was simply a pure submissive.

She took no particular enjoyment from pain or humiliation like Camelia.

What she wanted, what she needed, was someone to give her orders. To guide her to a goal she could follow.

She took solace in the position of not thinking about her life and leaving everything to someone else.

In the past, the one who took care of everything for her was Nent and now, it was his turn.

How could he have missed this crucial trait of hers?

But thankfully, it wasn't too late. He simply needed to make things right.

"I will ask questions and you will answer me honestly."

Sol ordered quietly and once he saw her nod, he began,

"Tell me, what do you want?"

Nefertiti closed her eyes for a short instant as she thought back to everything she felt during his absence.

"I wanted to see you. I saw your face in each and every mirror, even the wind at night reminded me of your breath, making me unable to fall asleep."

Those days had been pure torture for her and even as she trained, she could never get rid of the sensation that something was missing in her life.

Sol continued, unperturbed. He was well intent on finishing this in the best way possible.

"Tell me, what am I to you?"

Her eyes shone with clear fervor as she knelt down and took his hand in hers,

"My soul and heart yearned only for you, my eyes saw only you, my lips felt the breath filled with your warm love, my hair remembered your hands. My hands, my clothes, everything you touched… All the things I did with you made me flounder in the valley of joy."

"Do you resent me, do you hate me?"

"How could I!?"

Nefertiti's eyes widened as if this was the greatest blasphemy possible for her.

"I love you more than anything in this world. You are the master of my breath. My everything belongs to you to do as you wish."

This was the moment of truth. Once he took this step, there would be no turning back.

"Then...will you put your life in my hands?"

The eye of Akasha opened on his forehead and Sol's Zone activated,

"Before you speak, know that I am currently weaving our fate together. As long as you do not resist, your life will be tied down to mine and one thought from me would kill you."

Sol was more serious than he had ever been,

"Even then, will you still give your everything to me?"

Sol was using a seal similar to the one that was linking him with Camelia and that was placed on him by the goddesses back then mixed with a slave seal used on slaves in Lustburg.

The result was pretty frightening. Like with the Rule of Three, to use this he needed a prior narrative.

He had expected that it would take some energy, but the feeling of servitude Nefertiti had towards him were so overwhelmingly powerful that it felt like the thread of fate were literally begging him to tie her to him.

When Nefertiti saw Sol's shining hand, what she felt was neither fear nor anxiety.

But only a deep sense of relief.

"There is no hesitation in my heart."

"Very well."

Nefertiti could not see it, but she could hear the rustling of chains covering her body and the sound of a Key closing a lock.

Around her neck, a mark similar to that of a pink choker with a heart at the place of a lock and a keyhole drawn on it appeared.

With this done… Nefertiti now belonged to him.

Of course, should anything happen to him, nothing would happen to her.

But she didn't need to know that.

Taking her by the hand, Sol brought her towards a big mirror on the wall.

"Take a look."

Nefertiti was transfixed on her appearance and her hand passed around her neck, feeling the mark as it slowly vanished.

"This is the mark that dictates that you belong to me and no one else. That you are mine for eternity."

Nefertiti could only watch in disbelief.

"Now that you belong to me, you do not need to fear being abandoned. I am a greedy dragon that will never give up on what is mine. After all."

"My Lord…"

Nefertiti was ready to cry from the overwhelming joy she was feeling right now.

Never had she been so happy to be alive.

"Good girl."

Sol patted her head, as if calming down a small pet.

"But you see…"

His hand trailed down, "You need to be punished, you know?"

"I will accept any punishment, my Lord." [2]

[1]: I don’t usually spoil relationships but Sheherazade will most likely never join the harem. I say most likely because I might change my opinion later but as of now and the foreseeable future, I don’t plan to have her in any love relationship with Sol. She will stay as a mascot.

[2] : Neferneferuaten Nefertiti was a Queen of the 18th Dynasty of Ancient Egypt. Nefertiti was known for a radical change in national religious policy, in which they promoted a form of proto-monotheism centered on the sun god Aten. She also "possibly" reigned as a Pharaoh after the death of her husband. Gotta respect her.

I don't think I need to add more. I have many plans for Nefertiti.

(AN: What do you think of Nefertiti? I wonder if I went too far with the slave seal. Also, I am hesitating between having Nefertiti call Sol Master or Lord. I think Master is more logical. But Lord bring a greater feeling of reverence. Also funny I went to watch Black Adam and I realized Adam wife is called Isis. Talk about a funny coincidence. Still, SHAZAM power is interesting. Might take inspiration from it.)

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