Promised (Prince Ramses x fem! Reader)

Chapter 21: The Last Dance

The wedding party was in full swing, merriment, and mirth in every corner of the grand room. Though Ramses and his family were slightly on edge, apprehending Sara's uncertain arrival. Ramses and (Name) over-looked the function, sitting on the ceremonial thrones under a sheer-white canopy draped in lilies from the Nile, a beautiful declaration of their marriage. They both tended to guests who bowed before them and struck up a friendly conversation, but throughout their socializing, there was a distant look in their eyes. Despite today being their special and happy day, they couldn't help but worry about Karim's end of the deal. If Sara took the bait and was just steps away from crashing their wedding party. If they could finally make her pay.

This worry might've been immature or petty, but...they were. Sara wanted to ruin everything. She wanted (Name) dead! Ramses would do everything in his power to make sure justice was restored, and Sara got the karma she deserved. For (Name) and his unborn child's sake, he wanted this to happen. To see the complete and utter shock on Sara's face when faced with a wedding rather than a mummification and funeral procession. (Name) wanted it just as much too. She wasn't a saint, and she knew she had some kind of affinity towards drama if she was still here, getting married to Ramses despite everything that was happening. It's laughable for them, with a dash of anxiety-inducing. All they could do throughout the function was keep a sharp eye on the palace entrance or plan for the next day.

"Perhaps we should get off our high horse and dance. Eat some food." (Name) mentioned to her husband who had a hand under his chin as they waited, a slack look to his broad shoulders and a small pout of worry on his lips. "Hm? Oh...right, sorry love. It's our wedding party, we should be out there having fun." Ramses sighed, feeling a pang of regret wash over him as he realized he was focusing too much on Sara's arrival than his own wedding. (Name) shot him a forgiving look, a playful glint in her eyes despite the tension. "I mean, I do want Sara's sorry self to show up too. Don't fret too much," (Name) smirked, earning a soft chuckle from Ramses. "Hah...glad to know I'm not the only one ready to see that. She better not cause a scene and throw a temper tantrum though," he replied half-jokingly.

"Of course, I want our confrontation to be between us...but if she starts screaming and crying in front of everyone at least they'll all know how unhinged she really is." (Name) muttered, Ramses nodding lazily and standing to his full height. "I don't know if that would make it better or worse honestly." He says, offering a kind hand to aid her up, Neema waking up from her laying position at (Name's) feet. The protective cat yawned and stretched its limber body, silently following down the steps of the throne room to accompany her caretakers. "Did I ever mention how beautiful you look tonight?" Ramses asked in a corny fashion, causing (Name) to roll her eyes as she took his hand gently. "Just the first million times, yes." she mused.

Ramses, gave her a downward smile, not taking her jests to heart. It was just all part of the charm and allure of (Name), why he was so helplessly in love with her. Part of an intricate web of sarcasm, kindness, and tons of eye rolls that he found annoyingly endearing. He was her best friend...his confidant...his rock. The light at the end of a dark tunnel, the mother of his future child, the only one who truly knew him. Having her was too good to be true, something only the divine could contrive. She made every moment as Pharoah feel more bearable, and every moment as Ramses more special. There was no doubt in his mind that she was meant to be his wife today.

As they made their way towards the crowd, (Name) had a hand over her stomach, thoughts of their wedding day, the plan, and especially their baby heavy on her mind. She wondered what the child would be like, if she could shield them from the duties of royalty...or if she would have to sacrifice them to tradition. She knew what type of mother she wanted to be...but she was scared that she would end up like Tuya who despite her graciousness and humanity, was still tied to customs. This was her only chance and she needed to get it right. She believed the child, despite being a future prince or princess should always feel happiness, and security. To have a sense of freedom and autonomy. (Name) would make sure of it. There was just one more hurdle...one more burden to bear before she could get there, and that was Sara.