(Name) spun around to see Ramses excusing himself through the crowd he was entertaining, setting his wine chalice on the nearest tray that a servant held. The unlucky soul tried their best to balance the cup to avoid spilling wine everywhere, eyes shifting their attention from Ramses onto (Name). Mutters erupted from those who were nearby as they witnessed the scene before them. For now (Name) could care less, she was more captivated by Ramses, resembling a god walking on earth if the title of Pharaoh wasn't enough to prove that. He looked fantastic, no doubt. "Look at you Pharoah Ramses!" (Name) gasped lightly, gesturing her hand at the blue and gold striped nemes, pleated schenti and the new and intricately designed wesekh which enhanced his glowing complexion. Ramses beamed upon her words, stepping back to admire all of her."Me? Look at you! You look...wait, is that-" he trailed off before his eyes shot towards Rabia.
His arms adorned with arm and wrist bands of gold naturally spread out to trap her in a spine-crushing hug as he approached her. "Miss Rabia! You're here too?" Ramses delightedly questioned before finally letting her free as she patted his back for mercy. "Why of course Ramses! I couldn't miss it." Rabia expressed, her jovial laugh masking the guilt and regret she felt for leaving with (Name) all this time. In her eyes there was a melancholy twinkle, noticing that even in a short amount of time he'd matured just a bit from the stress. That fullness in his face had slimmed slightly to where it would have been unnoticeable to anyone else, his already strong bone structure becoming more prominent at his jaw. "Oh my gods, Ramses have they been feeding you? Your face changed." Rabia couldn't help but mention it out of motherly instinct. "Well compared to me, I see you haven't changed a bit." Ramses chuckled as (Name) gave him an apologetic look, though he was quite used to her attentive nature throughout growing up.
From having to eat everything off the plate, keeping his nails perfectly trimmed, or needing to drink five different kinds of teas when he had the slightest cough. It was a comforting kind of attentiveness. "I'm so glad you made it though, mother will be so thrilled to know you're here." he hugged her once more, saving her the burden of knowing that his appetite did decrease after she left. After Adil was bombarded with a firm handshake and a thunderous approval of Matir being the finest horse he'd ever received from him, Ramses diverged (Name) and himself from the group, pulling her aside behind the pillars where they would go unnoticed and unbothered at least for the time being. "As I was saying," Ramses breathed out making sure the coast was clear. "You look really good." he finished, the euphoria he was feeling at this moment allowing him to say that with the utmost confidence, a cocky grin plastered on his face. How she hated how effortlessly good he made it look. How he was aware that he looked good. It seemed the word good would haunt her for the rest of eternity.
In her mind, she was thinking of something more along the lines of 'the most beautiful desert flower I've ever laid eyes upon' but she shouldn't have expected much from the person who would threaten to cut her hair off when she slept to match his previous side-lock. "Idiot." (Name) rolled her eyes, pressing her lips together to repress a smile as Ramses laughed at his own joke. "It's just the way you said it earlier (Name)! I could probably guess what you were thinking for you to just blurt out 'really good' if that gives you a hint." he simmered down into breathy chuckles as he gently took her by the hands and pulled her closer. "If you know what I was thinking how come you can't say it now then?" (Name) challenged swaying one of her hands with his and not daring to break her eye contact, a reminder that she wasn't going to let this always be so easy for him. He glanced up in a moment, humming in thought. "Hm, that's true. But I think, actions speak louder than words." he teased.
(Name) knew exactly what he meant from the way his eyes naturally trailed from her lips back to her eyes. Intentional or not, he was very adept at letting her know what he wanted more than he ever did. Before she could quip back, she realized that at this moment they were so real, so present in the feeling of odd comfort, haziness, and warmth-knowing if she closed her eyes and gave in she wouldn't want to open them anytime soon. Naturally, they began reeling closer, caving to the feeling of true escape. 'Don't fight it, don't mess this up.' (Name) thought to herself. So close, they were so close. (Name's) lips barely brushed against Ramses', her eyes now shut until suddenly he swiftly reeled away from her touch at the sound of a loud uproar of music and the guests cheering. "Damn, I think I'm supposed to be behind the curtains now. They're about to crown me soon." Ramses hissed beneath his breath, fear evident by his fallen expression. "Wait...I thought that already happened, aren't you wearing the crown right now?" (Name) asked with a growing heat on her cheeks that felt searing to the touch.
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Promised (Prince Ramses x fem! Reader)
Fanfiction(Name) is the daughter of the head of the Egyptian royal advisors and servants, and Queen Tuya's most trusted childhood friend. Born at the palace, she assumed the roles of her mother's maid services and grew up alongside Prince Ramses, working to s...
