That day, the queen did not go crazy, but she wore very, very close to the bone.
The palace was sticky with humidity, irises nodding from the corners and servants running rampant like mice. Gold dripped from each inch any naked sandstone was found, and offerings too much for a single person to indulge in piled in neat, though sloppy towers.
Many didn't have the moment to recognize the giant walking through the decorated halls, the only moment of personal thought ever fleeing to notice the Pharaoh, the false one naturally, passing by with a casual nervousness.
A pressuring silence kept all mouths shut, squeezing any questions from those who happen to wonder, and chaining them to the quiet that ate everyone's words like a pit.
Every eye, in every priest, in every servant, in every advisor and guard and noble, tracked the opening of the throne rooms doors, the thrust of their excessively wealthy bodies as they were cast aside cheaply.
It was the last anyone had seen of the Pharaoh since then, his disappearance behind the sandstone walls, and the godly thing that followed him.
Only the guards in that room, few there were, knew what happened after that point. Each one tells the same story with a different ending.
The Pharaohs wife recognized the deity that followed him with immediate excitement, and confusion. A little roman thing he fancied enough to marry, her title only thanks to her disinterest in most material things.
The woman didn't say a word, however, even with the sudden gleam in her eye at the sight of her mother in law. A quick look from the Pharaoh was enough to shoo her out of the room without further interruption.
"You have my attention, and only my attention. Speak now your ill feeling for my rule, so that I may resume my place here." His eyes flicked to Hayato, who'd done a poor job hiding behind (Y/n)'s legs. "My son, what is it you're doing here?"
"I'm not your son."
"Of course you are. Go join your mother, now."
The prince stayed put, and Ermes watched from just beside him, how he trembled and shuddered endlessly, like a cicada stuck to a tree.
It was curious how such a person in power could tear her from her cell without a thought, deciding to kill her on the off chance she brings a dead ruler back to life, be suddenly reduced to the child they really were.
If he had any heart, he'd be dangerous.
"Hayato will stay, and you will not comment on his standing here." (Y/n) said, pulling him forward despite the reluctant dig of his heel. "As the future ruler of my land, he has a right to be present in this matter."
"It is my land, you dead shrimp."
"It is yours when I am truly dead and under. Until then, I breathe new life, and you are going to respect my authority over you as a god reborn."
The false Pharaoh reclined to his throne with a punctuated fall, kissing his teeth in agitation. Unnaturally long nails clicked on the golden seat as they drummed, drummed in thought and endless consideration.
Ermes had grown much too used to the chaffing of her binds, the blooming red rings around her wrists-- she'd thought it the only thing keeping her grounded. Almost, she'd forgotten about them at all, till the false on the throne happened to say something.
"That woman there," He had said with a sneer, "She is not a future ruler, I imagine. Why isn't she gone?"
"Because this woman is my wife, and you will respect that."
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Amun's Prison | Ermes x Fem!Reader
FanfictionDead things should stay dead. Unfortunately, the century old 'corpse' known as the old queen didn't get the memo, and is back on her throne. But what of Ermes, the sacrifice used to bring her back? She's now her wife. Cover belongs to Ishouldseeadoc...
