Life From Your Lips (Ruby Rose fanfic)

THIRTY-THREE (Ruby POV)

"I miss my jeans, damn it," Iselen growls next to me while we hide, squatting down behind a column far away from the torches that are lighting up the corridor, and I can't help nodding because I agree with her.

"I miss my Nike sneakers," I answer quietly.

"Oh please, don't mention them, I can't stop thinking about my Vans now."

The truth is that it's not easy to sneak out from a palace where hundreds of people live, servants, nobles and concubines, and much less when we're wearing white dresses with long skirts and delicate and light braided papyrus sandals. Isis' messenger refused to wear a wig and I thought it was a wonderful idea, Atet was really outraged when she found out and managed to persuade me to carry a simple wig in a bag in case a guard from the temple caught us red-handed and took me to my brother again to explain what we were doing: in this kingdom, seeing a princess without a wig is as shocking as seeing her naked, maybe even more.

Amenenjat didn't look offended by my natural hair, only a bit puzzled, although I think he's more concerned about the killer looks Atet is shooting at him. As I predicted, he spent all morning searching the temple of Khonsu but didn't find anything, apart from a bunch of angry priests because he interrupted the rituals. He agreed to join our plan carried away by frustration although he came with two of his best and most loyal soldiers that will watch the gates of the enclosure of Karnak and will make sure to arrest the prophet if we find him. Tiaa stays in my bedroom, ready to give a credible excuse to whoever goes to see me for whatever reason.

"I'm sorry, Meri, seriously," I whisper cupping her cheek with my hand. "I'm sorry I dragged you to this crazy situation." Iselen looks at me surprised, her eyes shine under the torches light while smiling sweetly and leans forward to brush my lips with her mouth, leaning her forehead on mine.

"I wouldn't change my life with you for anything in this world or in the future world."

"I love you so much, babe, I want to keep drinking life from your lips for another three thousand years," I whisper kissing her slowly, enjoying her sweetness. For a second, I can forget where I am and I only care about the taste and perfume of the woman a goddess chose for me. "I don't know what I did to be so lucky."

"I think you're a good high priestess of Isis and the goddess is pleased with your job," my girl smiles amused but she frowns when hearing footsteps. Luckily, those are the guards coming with Atet.

"My aunt Naunet is waiting outside with the mules," my friend gestures at us nervously from the door of the linen weavers' workshop.

"Wait a minute, is she that 'aunt'?" I ask with my mouth wide open, getting up while Atet stares at me perplexed and shrugging.

"Of course, who did you think I was talking about?" she whispers frowning.

"I don't know, you have at least four aunts alive, you never told me that... the most peculiar would help us."

"Why is she peculiar?" Iselen asks quietly, confused, and I can't help rolling my eyes hard.

"I was 12 years old the first time I attended an official ceremony as a high priestess at the court, I was very anxious and wanted everything to be perfect, I prepared myself for weeks, studying protocol, picking out the best dress and jewels... It was supposed to be a great day. But Atet's aunt, who was the assistant of the Divine Adoratrice of Amun back then, slapped Lady Sitah's face in front of everybody. She hit her so hard that she managed to snatch her wig and drop it to the floor..."

"A cat fight at the pharaoh's court? Why? History books never talk about these funny and interesting stories," Iselen asks amused, trying to hold back her laughter, and Atet rolls her eyes hard before answering.