𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑨𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑨𝒈𝒆𓂀 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌 ! 𝑹𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑬𝒈𝒚𝒑𝒕

ᴛʜɪʀᴛʏ-ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ

You try to process the fact that you are sitting on the lap of Ramses II.

Your favorite ever pharaoh.

The handsome pharaoh has his right hand laying on your waist, while his left one is playing with your hair.

"You are a very beautiful woman, indeed you are" Ramses flirts with you.

Why in the world is Ramses not asking about how you appeared out of nowhere.

His guards also look confused but they don't dare to ask questions.

"You do not even know my name" you blurt out, feeling heat travel through your whole body.

His touch makes you think about appropriate things for some reason.

"I believe that I have been waiting patiently to meet you"

You look into his eyes, now realizing the reason why he wasn't surprised to meet you.

"Let me guess, you met Zahra" he chuckles upon hearing the familiar name.

"Indeed I did, she was wonderful and delicate just like you"

Ramses continues trying to seduce you, by moving his hand up and down your back in a soothing manner.

You don't even know why you are still sitting on his lap.

"I came here to take back the crystal" you utter out.

"This is not going to happen, my dear" you frown and stand up from his lap.

"I'm her relative, and I need this crystal!" you exclaim.

Ramses smirks at you, not bothered by your reaction.

"Don't raise your voice at me, little girl"

You raise an eyebrow at him, examining him for a few seconds.

"You don't that older than me" you point out.

Indeed, Ramses looks to be in his late twenties, early thirties.

"I have a son your age" he mocks you causing you to frown.

"You do realize that I'm twenty-two, right?"

Ramses finds your words amusing, noticing the favorite that you think that he is young.

"And my Merneptah is twenty" he asserts.

Before you could say anything, a woman enters the throne room, looking displeased.

"Ramses!"

You freeze, feeling pressured by the woman's stare.

She's a beautiful woman with fair light skin and long curly hair, her body is decorated in gold.

"Can't you see that I'm busy,  Nefertari"

Hearing that name made you feel much worst than you already do.

"Who is she?" You turn to her and smile softly.

"I'm (Y/n) (L/n)" you introduce yourself.

You truly thought she was going to hate you or something, but instead, her eyes go warm at the mention of your last name.

Oh wait....you remember reading in your great grandfather's journal, about Nefertari.

They were lovers.

The Egyptian queen seems like she is in trance.

"Welcome, Farid was a dear friend of the royal family" you smile at her words.

"Thank you, your highness"

Ramses is also surprised at his wife's kindness towards you even if Farid was their friend.

A friend that he honestly disliked because he was always reminded that Farid was Zahra's son from another man.

"What do you think, Nefertari?" Ramses turns to his wife.

"About what?" she inquires, curious about what her husband is going to say.

"I'm thinking about making, (Y/n), my wife"