The Brat Pharaoh| Dark! Tutankhamun X Reader

Chapter Two

You used symbols on papyrus paper to communicate with others more clearly because you cannot speak the language yet.

Nor could you write it down.

For example, you drew a woman breastfeeding a baby and gave it to the servants before handing them Tetisheri.

Thankfully they understood and quickly rushed to search for the best wet-nurse for your 'daughter'.

You wished to follow them, but Tutankhamun  locked himself and you in your new chamber.

"Why didn't you breastfeed our daughter?"

You try so hard to not cringe at his words, finding them embarrassing.

Trying to think of what symbols to use, Tutankhamun throws in another question.

"Also why are you dressed in strange clothing and don't speak in our language?"

Instead of trying yourself into explaining, you just shrug your shoulders and smile at him.

You will just act oblivious and hopefully he falls for it.

"I see..."

The young Pharaoh mutters, smirking at you before leaning on his cane.

You have come to notice that he walks on his cane because he is flat footed.

He also has Class II malocclusion (Buck Teeth) but it isn't very appearant as you expected it to be.

Adding to that, he has that feminine appearance to him and of course, his hair only added to that appearance.

And oh...to have a nice waist like his.

He is not ugly, he looks average.

You pat the empty spot beside you on the bed, signing for him to come and sit.

Tutankhamun thought it was an invitation for 'something else' so he walk over and sits down confidently.

However, he didn't expect that you would grab one of his feet and start messaging it.

"What are you doing...stop!"

When you realise he is wincing in great pain, you decide that he needs excersies to ease that pain.

The only reason you know about Flat feet exercises is because you saw on a YouTube reel.

If you are going to stay in this timeline for a while longer, then you are going to help Tutankhamun feel less pain.

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"Are you alright, your highness?"

One of the high servants asks the pharaoh as he sits with you and Tetisheri on the table to have dinner.

His frustrated expression spoke volumes on the 'humiliation' he felt when the servants walked on you two doing the exercises.

Those exercises made him feel shy...almost ashamed for not having normal feet like others.

Yet, Tutankhamun, didn't realise you did it all for his comfort.

Maybe the results won't show on the first session but on the long run he would feel less pain.

"I feel great."

He watches you smile and eat, while the baby sits on your lap.

Every time, Tetisheri reaches out to grab a grape to eat, you take it out of her tiny hand.

"Why don't you just let her eat it?"

You turn towards Tutankhamun as if he is insane for suggesting that.

"Are you stupid, she could die chocking on it..."

You stop speaking immediately once you realise something.

As if a switch turned on, you just spoke in Ancient Egyptian language.

And that happened in the worst case scenario.

"So, you could actually speak my language!" He exclaims.

"I can explain, it isn't what it seems like, your highness."

Tutankhamun smiles, leaning back in his seat with a drink in his right hand.

"It's not a bad thing at all, the people will be happy to see their new queen speaking their language at the wedding ceremony."

Your eyes widens at his words.

"What wedding ceremony?" You inquire.

"Our wedding ceremony, or do you want the people to call our daughter a bastard?"

Tetisheri starts throwing grapes at her adoptive father.

"See, she loves me, and agrees with what I'm saying" Tutankhamun smiles proudly.

You are going to suffer great time with this delusional pharaoh.

But the worst is yet to come.