You hate your whole family.
Except for your mother, and your younger brother.
"She couldn't find anyone to seduce except humanity's number one sworn enemy, huh"
Tutankhamun places a hand on your shoulder, trying to comfort you.
"Zahra is a good person, I'm sure she didn't mean to seduce him on purpose"
You sigh and stare at the pharaoh, finally convinced that your great-grandmother is innocent.
"You are right, like who would ever think about seducing an ugly ass bitch like Satan"
Tutankhamun chuckles the moment you let out a dry laugh at your joke.
The moment, your son realizes that the young pharaoh's face is moving closer to you, and his touches linger on you.
Sherif moves between you two, pushing Tutankhamun away from you.
"Hey, don't be rude, Sherif" you scold the boy.
Tutankhamun raises an eyebrow at the dark-haired boy, amused by his behavior.
If someone else tried to do something like that, he would have ordered their execution.
But, Sherif is your son, and he can't just kill him.
Not yet at least.
"It is ok, no problem at all" Tutankhamun assures.
"Children his age tend to be rude"
Sherif clutches his fists, ready to punch him.
"Too bad your daughters didn't live long to be disciplined" Sherif spits.
Instead of Tutankhamun getting angry, his expression saddens.
"Hopefully, I will meet them in the afterlife" the grieving father mumbles, yet you hear him.
"Sherif, apologize" you order angrily.
"What? No" your son argues.
"Listen here, I won't tolerate any rude behavior-"
You stop yourself from speaking when you see Sherif starting to disappear slowly.
"It looks like father woke up, we will meet again"
Sherif takes the crystal from you, before disappearing completely.
"What just happened?"
Tutankhamun shrugs at your question, before grabbing your wrist.
"It isn't important, let us continue playing"
You don't know how you ended up with the task of bathing Tut, but here you are.
"You are nineteen years old, how can you not know how to bathe yourself?" You exclaim, rubbing his back quickly.
"A pharaoh doesn't bathe himself" you roll your eyes.
He groans when you rub his shoulders blades, and neck.
And it wasn't a moan of pain at all.
"Yes, rub this area harder" he moans.
"With pleasure" you declare sarcastically.
And without hesitation, pinch him painfully.
The moment he starts cursing at you is the moment a smirk appears on your face.
"Haha, this is what you deserve-"
Out of nowhere, Tut pulls you into the water with him.
"It seems like your son is not the only one who needs discipline"
YOU ARE READING
𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑨𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑨𝒈𝒆𓂀 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌 ! 𝑹𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑬𝒈𝒚𝒑𝒕Historical Fiction
What happens when you are given a magical dagger that can take you back in time? And what happens when the ruler of Egypt falls for you? (Yandere! Ancient Rulers of Egypt x Reader)