The Brat Pharaoh| Dark! Tutankhamun X Reader

Twenty

"Tetisheri, did you and your mother leave without my permission?"

"No, we went out with your permission," she denied.

"When did I give you permission to go out?"

"Remember yesterday when you were busy speaking to Mr. Vizir, and I asked if my mother and I could go out?"

Never would it have crossed your mind that Tetisheri could bend a situation to her will with such skillful performance.

Her cunning has always been apparent, but to see it used like that is truly something to behold.

Sometimes your daughter frightens you, her seven-year-old sharp mind capable of manipulation.

You find yourself pitying those unfortunate souls who might earn a place on her list of hatred, for they will undoubtedly face the full force of her ambition.

"And you want me to believe that I agreed."

"It's not a matter of belief, Baba," she says politely, her voice softening.

"You just weren't paying close enough attention to me yesterday. Perhaps you were distracted or preoccupied, but I assure you, what I said was important to me."

She casts her eyes down to the ground, a touch of disappointment tinging her words.

"You also haven't been paying enough attention to Mama and me lately."

Tutankhamun quickly kneels down on one knee, wincing slightly as pain shoots through his leg, but he pushes through it.

"No, you and your mother are the most important people in my life. You are my blessings, both of you, and I could not bear to lose either of you."

He then pulls her into a tight hug, burying his face in her shoulder for a moment.  He stares up at you from his position, his expression unreadable.

"Do you know how much I love your mother?" he asks after pulling away from the child, who only shakes her head.

"I love her so much that I'm ready to kill anyone for her. In fact, I think the people I killed for her aren't enough."

"Tutankhamun, you surely cannot be serious about what you just said. Stop joking around; it's not funny in the slightest," you scolded him, your voice laced with disbelief.

Your mind races back to the chilling realization of his previous crimes, the murders of his first wife, and the venomous intent he harbored towards Matvei.

The blood of these innocent lives stained his hands, and now, he dares to joke about such horrific acts?

The very thought that he might have killed other innocent lives sends a wave of guilt and discomfort washing over you.

How could you continue to stay with him, knowing very well what he has done?

Yet again, you are in ancient times, in an era where no one can question the ruler.

And if you leave, where will you go? Where will you stay?

Things are easier said than done at a time when it is hard to find a sanctuary.

"Why are you quiet?" Tutankhamun inquires, noticing your unusual silence. He raises an eyebrow, his gaze piercing through you.

"Tetisheri has told you everything, yet I think even if she hasn't made that request yesterday, it doesn't give you the right to lock us up."

You finally meet his eyes, your own filled with no fear but rather a rebellious annoyance.

"We are not prisoners here. We deserve to understand why we are being treated this way."

Tutankhamun stands up, his canine teeth biting down on the tip of his tongue

A 'hah' sound escapes his lips, pretending to be amused at your change of behavior.

Tutankhamun stands up, his canine teeth biting down on the tip of his tongue as he observes your sudden shift in demeanor.

A 'hah' sound escapes his lips, a low chuckle that seems to echo through the study chamber as if he's trying to convince both of you that he's amused by your change of behavior.

"I think you already understand why I'm doing that, I know you are not stupid nor naive."

His words drip with a condescending sweetness that makes your skin crawl. 

"You see everyone knows that you and our daughter mean everything to me, so they will try to assassinate you both to put pressure on me."

He takes a step closer, his eyes holding yours with an intensity that makes it difficult to breathe.

"Don't you, my love?"  His words are heartwarming, but they feel more like a warning.

"Let go of me!"

"You are not allowed to enter, stop it, you bitch."

A loud commotion is heard outside before someone barges in, followed by guards.

The sight of your mother made you gasp.

"My heart."

"Mom?!"

You rush towards her before she can do anything, throwing yourself into her arms.

Tutankhamun watches the heartwarming scene in front of him with surprise.

However, his attention turns to the guards who look nervous.

"Who called my mother-in-law a bitch?"

The two guards point at each other, neither of them wanting to take the blame.

"Both of you are freed from your duties by tomorrow morning; I don't want to see either of you in my palace."

The two men sigh in relief, bowing their heads before walking out.

"Look on the bright side; he could have had us executed."

"I feel thankful, let's go drink some beer"

Your mother turns her head towards your husband, examining him.

"Who is that?" she asks.

"My husband, Tutankhamun." You reply.

The said pharaoh was going to greet your mother, but ...

"You and I always end up with ugly men."

Your mouth drops in shock.

"Mom."

"Okay, you have married an inbred pharaoh, but it is still better than becoming the concubine of Alexander the Great, who has a small dick and a god complex."

"No, it's not."