The Brat Pharaoh| Dark! Tutankhamun X Reader

Chapter Eleven

"If Matvei wins, you can't leave with him and you should insist on staying with his majesty, the Pharaoh."

You frown at Heqet's words.

"Why should I do that, a win is a win, Tutankhamun will keep his word."

Your handmaiden looks at you in sympathy.

"He will send assassins after your brother to get rid of him, and he will bring you back by force."

Your face pales up at the information, despite already knowing Tutankhamun's behaviour.

Again, you are dealing with a Tyrant.

"Thank you for the advice, I will do as you say."

Heqet is surprised by how quickly you accepted her words, thinking that you would argue.

When you see the look on her face, you chuckle and grab hold of her hands.

"You are my best friend, Heqet, I know you only wish the best for me."

Heqet smiles, feeling honoured that you think of her in such a way.

"However, I worry that Matvei might lose the match."

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The grand hall has been transformed into an arena for the Senet match, the ancient board game.

The hall is filled with courtiers and nobles, all whispering in anticipation of the event.

You sit on a chair with Tetisheri, who plays with a small wooden toy, blissfully unaware of the stakes involved.

Surprisingly, Tutankhamun gave her his old toys to play with and she seems to enjoy it.

The young Pharaoh, adorned in his royal regalia, commands the room’s attention as he takes his seat opposite Matvei.

His confidence radiates, a contrast to Matvei's calm and calculating demeanor.

Before the game begins, Tutankhamun turns his gaze to you. His eyes hold amusement.

"Your brother dies today" he announces confidently.

You roll your eyes at his bratty behaviour.

However Matvei grins at your betrothed.

"Or maybe I will take my sister and niece and leave today... perhaps I should also marry her."

Your eyes widens in shock and disgust at such concept.

Yes, Matvei is not related to you in any way or form.

But making such proposal is still disgusting.

Also, there is no law in ancient Egypt that forbiddens the marriage of siblings between commoners.

"That won't happen." Tutankhamun insists.

The match begins, Matvei and Tutankhamun both move their pieces with precision.

As the game progresses, you notice something unsettling.

Tutankhamun is playing aggressively, forcing Matvei into tight corners, for a moment, it seems hopeless.

However, when Tut was going to make the victory move which will cut off Matvei's head.

Tetisheri throws her toy at the board, knocking some of the pieces off of it.

Destroying the match which lasted for thirty minutes straight.

"Do you remember the moves that were made..?" Matvei asks, still in shock at what has happened.

"No!"

Tutankhamun looks like he is ready to blow up in anger at the thought of a rematch.

But he doesn't blame Tetisheri, after all, she is but a small child who doesn't unfortunately what she is doing.

"You should consider yourself lucky." Tutankhamun informs Matvei.

Matvei chuckles softly at Tutankhamun's statement, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

"Lucky? Is that what we’re calling it now? Perhaps your gods favor me more than you think, young Pharaoh."

Tutankhamun’s eyes narrow, and he grips the armrests of his chair tightly.

"This isn’t over," he mutters, his voice low and menacing.

Your gaze shifts between the two men, sensing that the tension in the room has only grown thicker.

"Perhaps this is a sign," you say, your tone carefully neutral but firm.

"A child’s innocent act disrupted the game, maybe it’s best to end this rivalry here."

Everyone in the grand hall, waits for the Pharaoh's respond to your words but hear none.

Instead, Tutankhamun only gives you unreadable expression before taking his leave with servants and guards following after him.

You quickly turn to Matvei as everyone also begins leaving.

"Marry me? Is that your way of writing a certain death sentence for yourself?"

Matvei smirks at your scolding, running a hand through his hair as if brushing away the tension from the game.

"What? I thought it was a clever move. If I'm going to die, I might as well have some fun first."

Matvei leans closer, lowering his voice.

"The Pharaoh already intended to kill me, win or lose, I had nothing to lose by pushing his button, besides," he adds with a wink,

"You didn’t look that opposed to the idea."

Your face flushes with anger, and you slap his arm.

"Don’t joke about such things! Taunting the Pharaoh would lead to-"

"Who said anything about taunting? Everything I said I would do to you was never a 'taunting' situation"

You bite down on your lip in anger as you watch Matvei leave.

His words are creepy, but you feel like there is something wrong.

And that Horace wasn't just punishing Matvei for insulting Time.