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It was infuriating that he wasn't fighting back. With each swing of her blade, he would only use his chained scythe to block the blow, but never strike at her. Maybe if he actually fought her, it would make this far less painful for her. Engaging in equal combat with her friend turned traitor was bad enough, but like this, it was beyond disrespectful. Anger built up with each attempt, but at least she was buying some time. No doubt if she backed off, he would return his hunt for the reincarnated queen, and try to kill her by Mirage's command.

She jumped back, breathing hard, her body tiring. "Why won't you fight me!" The last word was accentuated with a large thrust forward, but once again, it was blocked by his chains.

"I'm not going to hurt you." He spoke with ridiculous calmness, his casual dialect twisted by the spell placed inside of him. The red mark from where the spell originated on his body, his chest, had nearly created a spider-web of scarlet veins covering his body, pulsating unnaturally. "I could never hurt you, my love."

"Stop it!" She shrieked, both hands tightened on the edge of her weapon. "You call this love?! You're not even trying to hit me!"

An eyebrow was raised by her strange accusations, not moving from his spot. "Of course. Once that woman is dead, no one's ever going to hit you again… you'll never have to pick up that sword again. I'm going to keep you safe and happy - "

She let go of the sword with one hand, and with that hand suddenly grabbed at the chain, yanking her body forward, and slamming her forehead right into his. He cried out, surprised by the attack, and wound up falling down and onto his back. He was given no time to recover, as in the next instant she was on top of him, blade pointed downwards. Before she could plunge, he grabbed her wrists, struggling to keep the cut away. His eyes were shut, still reeling from the head blow, yet he continued to talk. "Why won't you listen! You won't have to fight anymore! You can be a woman! You can live as a woman should! No more fighting, no more defending! The only one you'll have to care about is yourself!"

That's when he felt something small and wet plop onto his eyelid. Opening his eyes, he saw that Minnie's own eyes were filled with tears, running down her cheeks, falling onto him. The sight was such a stunning one that he could not find more words to say.

"Is that what you think of me?" her voice was almost a whisper, filled with pain. "That I would just toss away everything I've worked so hard for, just to be a 'woman'?" Her arms were shaking, but her grip on the sword never wavered. "I've never been ashamed of what I do! I have always been honored to serve for the royal family! I made my family proud, and I'm proud of myself! We did not serve him out of obligation! We served him because he was a good man, and he was going to bring about peace for all of Egypt!"

The pulsation of the curse glowed, and it forced him to speak, angry. "He's never given a damn about us! We have to protect a woman who doesn't even remember him, and yet we can't be together! His warriors are forbidden to marry one another! He never would have changed the rules!"

When she volleyed back, her voice was an incredible scream. "Why didn't you just ask him to?!"

The glow stopped, and his eyes were wide. His hands loosened on the blade. "I…" Why hadn't he? "I…" He could not find the answer so easily; the curse would not let him. "I…" The spell drove into his heart and to his brain, trying to cut off where his true intentions laid, but the question no one had ever asked, combined with seeing her face in such unbearable agony, was enough to, at last, push the spell back, even by inches. The colors of his eyes flickered, and his voice, quiet, contained traces of his usual speak. "I… didn't…"

His own tears welled up, and the red veins scattered on him twisted and turned, overpowered by the admission his mind was making. "I didn't…" His entire body seemed to sag, lost in memories, lost in heartache. "I didn't think… you… would… have me…" Years of longing, desperation, and self-loathing had at last caught up to him. All of his pent up rage at the Pharaoh meant nothing, because even getting those eternal rules changed didn't mean she would return his feelings. He had cowardly pushed his own fears and anger away from himself, and towards his ruler. He had never wanted to think of her rejection, and so had locked himself in denial.

Why should she have him, anyway? He was as good as any other warrior the Pharaoh had; there was nothing special about him. Back then, he couldn't offer her wealth or power by marriage, because since she was a warrior too, she already had that. That just made the present worse, having even less for her to gain by loving him. She, this beautiful, amazing woman, she deserved someone who could give her anything she desired, everything to make her happy. He hadn't wanted to accept the fact he was worthless to her.

By now the spider web of hate had curled up right on his chest, when he had first been struck by the spell. He stared up at her, vision becoming blurry as his tears welled up, almost wishing the blade would fall and end his dishonorable life. Yet the blade did not fall, even as he let it go, his arms falling helplessly to his sides. Her expression by now had softened, and once again her head met his – but this time not as a brutal attack. Just a simple forehead to forehead touch, her eyes the ones to close this time. "I've always loved you."

Her hand rose, and the sword came down, striking the red spot in the center. It glowed harshly, nearly blinding, making unearthly shrills of defeat, clawing at the blade in a pitiful attempt to push it away. Perhaps the blade alone would not have conquered it, but this spell required deep hatred to be fulfilled, and with that murmured confession, the hate was suddenly swept away, a cleansing tidal wave. The spell sputtered and spat, but in seconds, evaporated, becoming nothing more than red mist, and then becoming nothing at all. On Mickey's there, there was not a trace of any affliction having ever been there. Now it was simply a man with a woman on top of him.

With the abomination gone, she spoke freely, the sword dropping out of her hands and clattering to the ground beside his body. "I have always been honored to fight by your side. I have always worked so much harder to make myself the best warrior, so that I could prove I could love someone more than the Pharaoh and still protect him as well as the rest. As your bride or as your comrade-in-arms, I have always wanted to be with you." Her head moved, and she kissed him, and her tears fell into his tears, a mixture of tragic love that had taken centuries to show itself.