𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐕𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐎𝐦𝐧𝐢𝐚 | Night at the Museum [Ahkmenrah]

Interlude | Chapter 17: The Lion's Sons

I N T E R L U D E

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Chapter 17: The Lion's Sons

• 𓎬 ☼ 𓋹⋅☾𓂀 ☽⋅𓋹 ☼ 𓎬 •

Salma II

2012 - Saqqara

She stepped out of the vehicle, one heel at a time before she brushed her trousers down and gazed up at the building in front of her. Her eyes wandered down to the entrance, a small smirk on her lips as she saw the open nerves of the staff bustling to grab her luggage from the boot of the car. With sunglasses perched between the bridge of her nose, she sighed in a manner that could make any man's knees tremble before gliding up the steps.

The home of the Order of Snakes in Saqqara was beautiful. With ornate open skylines and an art deco feeling with the gold metallic paint and white and black marbled floor. The hall was lined with pillars, engraved with hieroglyphics whilst the ceiling depicted the constellations with lights. Modern, yet out of time, it described the taste of Salma Atkins and her choices in lavish things.

A man dressed in black informed her that she would find him in his study and she nodded before proceeding to head down into the house towards the familiar black double doors. 

Salma neither knocked nor waited, allowing the other to open the door before allowing herself in to find the man busy with work.

Djedefre was an enigmatic man.

His mind went a thousand times a second and often was lost in thought at any part of the day. When she first met the first son of Khufu, he gave her one look before politely excusing himself to continue with his study, making Salma twitch in annoyance at the man. For an ancient person, Djedefre was solely focused on the pages and scrolls around him instead of the world.

Though for Salma, that was her first mistake in picturing who he was. As a person, he valued knowledge over everything else, and never bothered about the schematics of war. When placed on a battlefield, Djedefre wore his title with pride and honesty. He was precise in how he fought, both in combat and strategy. Salma often wondered if his mind ever slept as there was always something riling his brain as he sat silently – glancing over a large map of Egypt on the table.

As much as he was focused on his thoughts, he did tilt his head upwards to greet her. 

"Atkins."

"Abbas," She replied.

The bland greeting made her glance to her side. She found two guards stationed beside the door, their eyes directed at their leader. In a second, Djedefre commanded a phrase in Arabic before the two marched out of the office leaving just Salma and him to silence.

He looked every bit like any nobility of the 21st Century, relaxed in an unbuttoned dress shirt and black trousers. His hair was sleeked back and his beard was trimmed neatly to outline his jawline.

"I was not expecting you until...three days." Djedefre poured halfway, before tightening the bottle.

She thanked him for the wine with a nod and toasted each other.

"I was able to finish work early." Her eyes averted up to the man and said, "Surely that won't be an issue."

There was a shake from Djedefre's head, silently sitting down at his spot on the sofas before they shared a sip from their relative glasses on the glass table.