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She stood there, smiling at the young Pharaoh sitting atop his rightful throne. "Your Highness.." She bowed in genuine respect for the man in power over Egypt.
"Please, no need for formalities, call me Ahkmenrah, Ahk for short." He gestured her to stand up straight which she obliged, Ahkmenrah caught sight of her glimmering mask that covered the upper half of her face.
"Could you please take that off?" Ahkmenrah gestured to her mask with a hand raised. She smiled with a hint of mischief that went unnoticed by the Pharaoh.
"I'm afraid I could not abide to your orders, Your Highness." She politely declined with a firm tone.
"Again, drop the formalities, just call me Ahkmenrah."
"My apologies Your High- I mean, Ahkmenrah." She bowed in respect. Ahkmenrah smiled down at her from his throne before descending down the sandstone steps.
"Can you please tell me your name?"
With a kind smile, she confidently introduced herself to the Pharaoh decked in gold jewelry as a symbol of his royalty.
"I am Neferra, daughter of the Pharaoh Ramose, youngest princess of the Nidrilum Kingdom."
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((The girl from the picture above is Neferra/Sydney))
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〖Athazagoraphobia〗
Fanfiction❝Athazagoraphobia❞ (n｡) the fear of forgetting or the fear of being forgotten or ignored, or being replaced｡ 『An Ahkmenrah Fanfiction』
