Ahkmenrah x reader

History

Determined, Larry begins research. He wants to know the things that he is guarding every night. And the people he is interacting with everyday.

He gets through the cavemen, and fun facts about monkeys. He also brushes on the Easter island heads.

And then he stumbles on the Pharaoh. Ahkmenrah was his name. Said to be a young but compassionate ruler, he was beloved by the people. Until he met his untimely death, by the hand of his brother.

Ahkmenrah stands there, seemingly safe in his room. His back is turned against the door, and he is pouring a drink, waiting for someone.

He hears someone enter and smiles, thinking it is his lover, his wife. He does not turn, but pours another drink, preparing to welcome her.

He grabs the two cups, and turns, but instead of his darling's smile, he is met with a knife to the stomach. He drops the cups where he stands, and meets the eyes of his brother.

Betrayal were the last thoughts on his mind, as well as the safety of his darling.

Larry continues to come back to this story. Wanting to know more.

Ahkmenrah's wife, y/n, was murdered the same night as him. Just hours later, and in the very same room as well. She died next to his body, and they were together even in death.

y/n walks into her room, lost in her own thoughts. She had just had a conversation about her future, and was excited. A room was being prepped, as a surprise for her love.

It was a child's' room, and it was her way of asking to try for one. She would show him tomorrow.

She enters, and closes the door in a twirl, a smile clear on her face.

Sighing, she turns around, going to get ready for the night.

She stops short, seeing her husband on the floor. It takes her a second to process the blood.

She cries out and rushes over, collapsing just as she reaches him.

Cupping his face, she calls his name, praying that this was not to be true.

She soon gave up her sight to tears, and laid her head in his chest.

She calls out for help, finally ready to run out of the room, when she sees his brother come out from the corner shadows.

"Please. Help. Someone has broken in and killed him. We must catch them and-" She breaks off when she sees the knife in his hand.

"No."

"Yes. Unfortunately it is true. I have killed my baby brother."

He 'tsks' and starts pacing the room.

"He had it coming. Not that he saw that. Being so naive and happy with you. You really were a weakness. A liability to him."

Your face hardens in hate. Ahkmenrah had tried so hard to convince you his brother was worth saving, and that family was still family.

And now here they were.

"Well," he finishes, snapping her attention back. "There really is only one thing left to do."

He turns to her, smirking. He was enjoying every moment.

"To kill you."

They were in an arranged marriage. They had only met a week before they were to be married.

It was an instant connection, and no one could have been happier than the two.

They laid in bed together, the last morning of their honeymoon. They were watching each other, and neither felt like moving.

Talking would have broken the spell, so they both remained silent. But a lively, bright silence. Not the type that could be felt in the room.

The sun started to shine through the windows, bathing them both in a golden glow, and that's when the idea struck him.

When they got back, he would show her the tablet. He had been brewing the idea of passing it on, strengthening it through generations of tradition.

And now, sometime in the near future, they would have the shared connection, and be bound in a different way together.

He also came to another conclusion. One that was running through both of their minds, though neither spoke of it till the journey home.

There, laying in the bed, waiting for the sun to come up higher, they realized they loved each other.

While it was put into words later, it didn't need to be said then. It could be read on their faces. And they knew.

Larry closes the book, breaking the mental image the history book managed to cast.

The child's room was something he read, it being a surprise that they had prepared the night he was killed.

It was thought that y/n was pregnant the night she was killed, and that room was her way of telling her Pharaoh. But it was soon discovered when she was mummified with her husband that it was not to be.

Some historians said this was a mercy, that there was no child lost, no heir that could have been to replace the cruel brother who had taken over for a time who was later dethroned.

Others said that it was a merciful yet very sad thing, because it showed how young they were. That their lives were just starting before being stolen.

Murdered within the same hours, as well as within inches of each other.