The Brat Pharaoh| Dark! Tutankhamun X Reader

Chapter Thirteen

One week has passed ever since Tetisheri has grown seven years older.

And when you and Tutankhamun would question her about it, all she answered was...

"I don't know"

"I don't understand"

Clearly, you knew that she knew and understood the situation, but Tutankhamun let her be.

In fact, he is happy that she is a child.

It has to do with the fact that many toddlers didn't survive in ancient Egypt.

And he feared that he might lose her like his stillborn daughters.

The funny part in the situation, is that everyone discovered the princess' condition.

And instead of thinking it's unbelievable and illogical for a child to grow so fast.

They decided to believe that the gods had blessed her.

On the other hand, Tetisheri seems to spend most of her time reading in the temple.

Or at least that is what you believed until she came to you and Tutankhamun with ten boys her age standing behind her.

Some of these boys look traumatized except for one boy who looks uninterested.

"Who are those, Tetisheri?" Tutankhamun asks with an amused smile.

"My future husbands and male concubines." 

Tutankhamun’s laughter echoes through the hall, but you’re too stunned to react.

Tetisheri stands proudly, as if her declaration was the most natural thing in the world.

"Sweetheart, you can only have one husband."

"But why, Mama?"Tetisheri questions, her brow furrowing.

"You will marry Baba, and have uncle Matvei as a concubine, why can’t I?"

The room falls silent, the boys shifting uncomfortably behind her.

Tutankhamun suddenly stops laughing at the thought of Matvei being your lover.

“Because, my little lotus,” he explains.

"Your mother is only mine, and adding to that, your uncle Matvei will never be her lover."

You step forward before Tutankhamun could burst into anger, placing a hand on Tetisheri’s shoulder.

"Sweetheart, you’re still very young, and you have plenty of time to think about love. These boys..."

You glance at them, some of whom look like they’d rather be anywhere else,

"...don’t seem entirely on board with this plan."

Tetisheri turns to the group, her hands on her hips.

"Is this true?" she demands, her tone more commanding than you’d expect from someone her age.

One boy, the uninterested one, steps forward, and begins speaking.

“We are just your friends, Princess."

Tetisheri huffs, turning away with crossed arms.

"All of you are ugly anyways, especially you, Ramesses "

The uninterested boy, Ramesses, sighs before bowing his head in respect.

"I apologise for the misunderstanding, may we leave now, my pharaoh?"

As Tutankhamun dismisses the boys, you watch the boy Rameses  about to leave.

Ramesses...could he possibly be pharaoh Ramesses I, grandfather of Ramesses II?