We were riding back to Tut's home, and I was sitting with Tut and his mom.

Tut was filling his mom in with everything that's happened. It was a wonderful moment to witness and something that had caused my heart to tightened as well.

These two have lost so much of their time together, a mother who never got the chance to see her son grow up and a son who had to grow up without his loving mother.

It was heartbreaking, but the look on both their faces as they continued to ramble off and talk about everything was something that brought a smile to my face.

Tut turned to look at me and smiled.

"I am so happy that Mala found you, mother," Tut said, and his mom nodded her head and smiled.

"Me too, thank you, Amala and Tut, honestly. This means so much to me. I never thought I would never be free from behind those walls." Tut's mother said, and you could hear the sad tone in her voice. It brought anger to me.

"There is no reason to thank me; I am glad you're safe and with us," I said to her; my words were truthful.

Tut mother smiled at me softly.

"I must thank you for coming into my son's life as you're a good person and someone who I can already tell does good things. Good things and good things are hard to come across." She said.

Tut nodded his head next to her mother.

"That is very true." He said.

I felt my face get hot; I was someone who sucked at taking compliments and never really knew what to say when getting them.

"Thank you, you both are very kind," I said, and Tut's mother laughed.

It took both Tut and me off guard; it was the most beautiful sound yet, you could tell it's been a while since she's laugh.

"I can tell that when someone compliments you. You don't honestly know what to do with that." She said, and my eyes widened on the fact that she already picked up on that.

"Yes, it's very true," I said, not bothering on hiding anything from these two.

There was nothing to hide after all.

"Mala is very different. She's done quite a bit, and she does get into her head a lot when some come up with plans." Tut said.

"But, I'll tell you about how Mala can be an amazing troubling woman; I wanted to let you know before we arrive at my home that I have him held hostage," Tut said.

His mother turned his attention to him and stared; she stayed silent for a bit and then spoke.

"What are you planning on doing?" She asked Tut.

"Well, mother's, he's angered a lot of people and ruined many lives," Tut said.

His mother nodded her head as a clouded anger look appeared on her face.

"I can understand that." She said.

"Yes, as can I. All the people he's wrong wants him dead." Tut said in a calm voice.

"They're also going to be having a hand in his death," Tut said.

"So, what you're telling me is that all the people your father have wronged. Are going to come together and have a hand in his death?" Tut mother asked.

Even I was giving Tut my full attention; I knew sort of where the plan would lead to; I'm sure anyone would know.

The bastard, ending up dead.

"Yes," Tut said.

"How will that plan out?" Tut mother asked.

"We are going to take a lesson from the group of people that are supposedly called the Romans," Tut said.

"You're going to throw him on a battlefield?" I asked Tut.

"Ah, Mala, you never fail to amaze me. Precisely." He said.

"Wow, uh. You're going to be okay doing that?" I asked him.

I watch Tut tilt his head.

"Yes, I will be fine. There will be no regrets when it comes to doing that." Tut said.

I knew by the tone of his voice that he meant what he said.

"It's easy not to care for someone when you have no care or love for them or their existence," Tut said.

"I understand," I said.

If Tut said he was okay with what he was planning on letting him to the bastard that is his father, then so be it.

Besides, I am in the ancient history era.

People in this era had a habit of doing these things anyway to their families.

Hell, people in my era had a habit of doing that as well.

It makes you wonder, although society and the era have advanced from the past. There are still some inner things that they always do.

Murder, slavery, abducting, sexual abused, pedophiles, and many more.

It saddens me dearly.

"We are almost home," Tut said.

That sentence immediately made me remembered my mother and grandmother.

Oh gosh.

I'm going to be in serious trouble.

I had left my phone back at home.

I mean, Tut's place.

I mean, I do see it as my home as well.

What, what are you even thinking about Amala?

This isn't the point right now.

The point is about the conversation you had with your mother and grandmother.

I am going to have to contact them when I get back home.

They both probably worried.

I know they are both worried.

Hopefully, they wouldn't freak out when I tell them about what happened.

Or should I even tell them?

"Mala?" Tut voice ringed next to me, causing me to push my trail of thoughts away.

"Oh, sorry. I was just thinking. Did you asked me something?" I asked him, staring back at him and not failing to notice the confused expression on his face.

"Yes, I asked if you were okay. You look concerned and worried about something." He said.

He moves more closer to me and gently took my hand.

"Is there something wrong?" He asked me in a soft voice.

"No, no, nothing is wrong. I was just thinking about a lot of things, that's all." I said.

"Like what?" Tut asked me.

"Just about my mother and grandmother, that's all; I would have to speak to them when we get home. As I am sure they are worried about my well being, they haven't heard from me since we last spoke." I said.

Tut eyes widened, and he nodded his head with an understanding look.

"Yes, of course. That is something you should do. We don't want to worry them both or upset them." He said, and I raised my brow to look at him.

"You're starting to look more worried than me now," I said, and he let out a small laugh.

"Those two, your mother and grandmother, are scary. I rather not get on their bad side." He said, causing me to drop my mouth open.

No way was the King of Egypt, King Tut, scared of an old lady and mother.

"Also, they are your family. Their thoughts matter to me as they matter to you." He said, causing my heart to beat against my chest three times faster and butterflies to burst in my stomach.

I notice that we were being looked at, and I move my stare to his mother, who was smiling at us both.

She looked away, smiling as if she wasn't watching us, and part of me wanted to let out a laugh, but I refrained from doing so as I just squeezed Tut's hand.

I hoped that Tut, his brothers, and everyone else that wants his father dead would be willing to go through with it and have no regrets.