The wedding ceremony will be held after three months from now.
Tutankhamun wants it to be an extravagant event that will be remembered.
Meanwhile, you are thinking of a way to help the pharaoh survive malaria disease.
Which is one of the source reason he also passed away.
"I think it's better if the farmers plant the rice away from the houses and the palace, it will help in keeping the mosquitoes away."
You say as you walk beside Tutankhamun through the back garden of the palace.
"Matvei already suggested that to one of the viziers and we are already working on it."
Hearing that made you frown in confusion, not understanding why the Russian would do such a thing.
"Why do you seem confused, didn't your dear brother tell you that?" the pharaoh asks.
"Siblings don't tell each other everything, I thought you already knew that considering you have ten sisters, my pharaoh." you point out.
"Strange, how you and Matvei don't look like you could be siblings, you look more like lovers."
Tutankhamun's statement held an accusing tone under it.
"Just because royals fuck their siblings doesn't mean the commoners do it."
You look at the young Pharaoh with a smile as he narrows his eyes at you in disbelief.
"You think I'm being unreasonable with my doubts?"
You gently place a hand on Tutankhamun's arm, hoping to reassure him.
"Matvei is my brother in every way that matters."
Tutankhamun studies your face for a long moment, his dark eyes searching yours for any hint of deception.
Finally, he nods slowly.
"Very well, I will take you at your word. But know that I will be watching closely."
You bow your head respectfully.
"Of course, my pharaoh. I have nothing to hide."
He only stares at you from the corner of his eyes, as he continues.
"Know that liers don't survive under my rule, darling."
"Are you threatening me?" You ask warily.
"No, I'm threatening the safety of your brother."
Tutankhamun's words hang heavy in the air between you.
The young pharaoh's jealousy is clear, his childish nature rearing its head at the thought of losing you to another man, even a brother.
So, you use this to your advantage, wrapping your arms around his torso, and leaning your head on his shoulder.
"Maybe we should stop speaking about my brother and speak about our relationship."
Tutankhamun removes himself away from you.
"I need to return back to my duties, you should go check on our daughter."
With that, Tutankhamun leaves you all alone in the garden, feeling confused and embarrassed.
"Was I too straightforward with him?"
Little do you know that your actions hardened his...
Of course, you don't know that.
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"I apologise if I have hurt you in any way, a man should never hurt a woman."
Matvei says, his voice is full of sincere regret.
"Don't worry, it is alright, I understand your anger about the future, but everything is going to be fine."
You grab his hands, staring at him with a smile.
"Now tell me, how are we supposed to return back to our timelines, the experimentors must have told you."
"There is no way back home, I sacrificed myself to have the invention work"
Matvei's reply was more then enough to make you weep.
"Oh no, we are doomed."
Matvei should have comforted you, but he only confirmed your fears with a smile.
"Indeed, we are."
YOU ARE READING
The Brat Pharaoh| Dark! Tutankhamun X Reader
Historical FictionYou find yourself back in time, saving Pharaoh Tutankhamun from his early death at nineteen, but that was after you found a baby in your arms when you woke up.