Seto read over the spell, and re-read it. It required a part of the deceased, which was why he had the blood. It also needed various herbs and such, and a sacrificial lamb. But the most important thing, in his opinion, was the price to pay. Whoever used the spell would have their memories wiped clean.
This was what was tearing Seto apart inside. Lose his memory? If he did the spell, then Ayira would be brought back. But he wouldn't even remember her! It would be pointless. But then again, how would he be able to live with himself if he knew there was a way to bring Ayira back? He would have to do it. No matter what.
Seto got up and went to his desk. He got out a brush and ink, and hesitated before he began to write. He wasn't sure if Ayira knew how to read this, but if not, she could find someone to read it to her. He could just give it to the pharaoh and ask him to give it to Ayira. If he was going to go through with this, he wanted to apologize. He wanted to tell her what he wouldn't be able to later on. He needed to tell her that he loved her, no matter what.
Finally, Seto finished the letter. He read over it, and closed his eyes. Ayira... He would be with her soon. He swore to it. No matter what the price would be, he would get her back. He folded the letter, tucking it into the dark spellbook and then picking it up. He hugged the tome to his chest, crying silently, before leaving his room. He would have to go to the pharaoh now. He went to the pharaoh's bedroom door, hesitating before knocking.
"Stop picking on my wife and find someone your own size." Atem said to Nanu's stomach, smiling. It would be soon, he could tell. She would probably have to be moved into the women's section of the palace, and he wouldn't be able to visit her until after the birth. But for now, he wanted to spend as much time with her as he could.
There was a knock at the door, and Atem sighed heavily. He slid off of the bed, going over to the door and opening it up a crack, peering out to see who it was. "Seto!" He greeted cheerfully, opening the door up more to let him in. "Haven't seen you for a while. You need to spend less time in your room." He tried to be happy, but when Seto stepped into the room, he could tell his priest was crying. The pharaoh's face fell. "Seto... are you okay?"
"I apologize, pharaoh, for being so distressed." Seto bowed his head down low, still hugging the book to his chest. He had grown less friendly with others, though not cold as he had been before. Just a lot more formal. "But... I wanted to give you something. It's for someone. Please hold onto it, keep it safe. You'll know what to do with it when the time comes." He opened up the dusty tome, plucking his letter out and handing it to the pharaoh. "You may read it, but not yet."
Atem's eyes widened; he didn't like how Seto was talking. "Seto... what are you talking about? What do you mean?" He took the letter, glancing at what was scrawled on the envelope-like cover. 'To Ayira,' it said. Atem sighed, feeling his heart breaking for poor Seto. He looked at it for a while, then up at Seto, his voice soft. "Seto... You know I can't do anything with this letter. Who do you expect for me to give this to? She's... she's dead, Seto. Has been. Can't you just get over Ayira?"
Seto flinched, still feeling a sharp pain in his chest at the mention of her name. "No. You know I can't. But... Please. Just promise me that you won't throw it away. That if the time comes... When the time comes..." Seto trailed off, digging his nails into the cover of the book. His voice broke slightly. "Promise me. Please, Atem, promise me that you'll keep it safe." He looked up at the pharaoh, tears in his eyes. He hated to get emotional in front of others.
Atem sighed, looking at his cousin sadly. He felt like crumpling the letter up. He was tired of Seto obsessing over Ayira's death. But, still... "Of course, Seto. I promise it'll be safe." He said, tilting his head to the side. "Maybe you should go rest, now. You don't look very well. Watch after yourself, okay?" Seto squeezed his eyes shut, nodding his head. "Okay, then. I'll see you later." Atem patted Seto on his back, and the priest turned to leave, trembling.
