Jewel of the Pharaoh, Prequel to Children of the Pharaoh

Chapter One

El-Amarna, Acient Egypt, early 18th dynasty. The picture that the scribe drew is my mother, Annabeth Osiniu Etrusca, (aka Margaery Tyrell/ Natalie Dormer)

(Me: Okay. You two, shut up.
Tutankhamun: Your the one who's talking!
Me: Oh well.)
Okay, so we have decided after much debate-
(Ankhesenamun: As usual!)
to write a book about our lives. I hired a scribe to write down everything we say, in hopes that one day we can look back on it, or our amazing king could publish it...
(Tutankhamun: I don't get people to do things for me.
Me: Thats funny, I swore the other day that  slaves were building your pyrami- Ouch!)
Anyway, back to the story.

It was a sweltering day as my family rode our beautiful Arabian mares through the gates of Amarna. When we arrived, the small city was already celebrating.

My mother was wearing a simple, undyed dress of silk, and her face was mostly free of cosmetics. As soon as she had gone for the private wedding ceremony, I ran up to my new room, dressed in the plainest, most comfortable clothing I owned. Before pulling out a large book from one of my chests- which the slaves were bringing in. I walked down to the fountain, where I slipped my hot feet into the cool water. The book was written in Egyptian, so I reveled in translating it.

"Now you should translate it to Arabic" A voice suggested. I looked around until I saw a boy a little older than myself. The Prince.

"I would, but I haven't learnt the figures yet" I answered.

"Pity" He said coming into view and sitting next to me.

(Ankhesenamun: That was an act of politeness, Osira.
Me: I know that!
Tutankhamun: How do you know?)

"I know. My tutor will be working with me to learn it after we finish our Ethiopian classes" I explained.

"So my father wasn't kidding when he said that you were a scholar and a half" He remarked. I smirked.

"I try. When I come of age I want to be a scholar, or a tutor" I confess.

"But what about Queen?" He asked.

"Queen is so overrated. Especially to my mother" I say rolling my eyes.

"I think it is to my sisters too" He rolled his eyes.

"Sisters?" I asked.

"Six would you believe it? My father had this thing about girls, they were all Nefertiti's. Only when he got with my mother did he manage a boy" He snickered. I smiled.

"And I am guessing that is you, Tutankhaten" I finished the Hieroglyph I was drawing and looked up at him properly. He was rather tall, (Well taller than me) pretty dark skinned (though not as much as some of the sun-kissed slaves I had seen), and he had golden brown eyes that were lined with kohl.

"The marriage has been finalized!" Called the King. He was standing on the balcony outside his room, I had heard he was a fearful man, but he didn't really look it. He was pretty scrawny and feminine really.

"Tutankhaten!" Called a voice; a girl a little older than myself, perhaps even older than Tutankhaten. She was rather pretty, with mid-back length black hair that was braided into thousands of tiny braids.

"Yes, Ankhesenaten?" He said.

"Your mother has been looking for you- Whose is this?" She looked at me like I was something disgusting.

(Ankhesenamun: I did not!
Me: You did. You hated me from word go, but it wasn't until later you wanted to kill-
Ankhesenamun: Back to the story, you are probably boring the readers to death, with your false accusations, anyway.)

"Our step sister. I'll go find her" He replied. As soon as he was gone, she folded her arms and glared at me.

"So, your the whores daughter." She asked. Ouch. Ankhesaten. Pointy. Sharp. I nodded.

"Unfortunately you are prettier than I thought. Just remember this: When Tutankhaten is king, I will be Queen, so lay off. Literally" I raised my hands in surrender.

"We were just talking. Thats all its ever going to be. You needn't fret"

"Remember it, and we might be friends. I could have multiple uses for you" Now she was looking at me like she owned me. And I didn't think this was the kind of girl I wanted to get on the bad side of.

(Ankhesenamun: And don't you forget it! Even if you did forgot the thing about not laying on my husband!
Me: I can't help loving him for more than his title!
Ankhesenamun: Whatever. You take after your mother...
Me: Anyway, just ignore Ankhesenamun's petty complaints and Tutankhamun's delight at being fought over...
Tutankhamun: Hahaha Osira *Insert Ancient Pharaohly sarcasm here*)

"Unfortunately for you to serve those purposes you have to be older" She said squinting at me. "Stand" She demanded, squinting at me. "Pretty. Far too pretty" I sighed. This girl is such a spoilt-

(Ankhesenamun: Shut up Osira.)

Brat.

(Me: Ouch!)

Anyway, a few weeks later, there was a big feast, and everyone was joyful, news was my mother could be pregnant. When I heard the news, I rolled my eyes. Nofret is my older sister, but my mother disowned her and named me as her heir, as I am the second oldest. I have never pretended I didn't know that my mother wishes I were a boy, and it kind of rubbed off on my character, for a while, anyway. I preffered to wear kilts like the men, and then just tie a strip of cloth across my chest. I even carried a dagger like most boys, and wore my hair rather short. While everyone was out partying, I dressed myself in the garb of common men, and went for a long run across the roofs. I had been told by my tutor before our arrival here, that there was a princess named Asha, (daughter of 18th dynasty Thutmose) who reminded him of me, dressing like a boy and running across roofs. I do this because it makes me feel free, like I can jump off one and fly away. It's a feeling that I relish.