The Pharaoh's Thief (AtemXFem!Reader)

Chapter 2

"For the sake of Obelisk the tormentor you'd better have a decent reason to disturbed me-" Atem starts that morning, waking from bed.
"Ah, didn't think that would work." he hears a familiar voice say.
"Screaming at me wasn't supposed to work Siamun?" he sits up to look at his chief counselor.
"Considering other forms of waking you have failed, yes." Siamun says, grabbing a robe, "The foreigner has shown at the palace this morning at the crack of light to wake her crew."
"Fantastic." Atem sighs, getting up from his plush bed, "I detest what happened last night, she humiliated me and suggested that I, the Pharaoh, would want a bed mate?" he fumes, walking to the bath, "That's preposterous. It's what the brothel is for, if I chose to go."
"Perhaps it is a thing for the foreign to not have designated places for a person to lay in bed with another un-wed?" Siamun suggests, assisting with his robe.
"It could be. Whatever it might be though, I pray to Ra she doesn't try that again." he gets into the cool waters of the bath, "Call the bathers , and tell the 'Captain' I will see her over a mid day meal."
"As you wish sir." Siamun bows and exits the doorway.

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"We may be in port, but I still want my ship spotless is that clear?" she says, looks down at her crew members with their mops.
"Aye Captain!" the crew shouts and she nods.
"Not a speck of dust on the banisters either, and for god's sake someone Clean. The. Mast."
"On it!" Gillian says, waving a wash cloth. She smiles and goes below deck to her cabin. She looks down at the map she had been given by a stowaway who said they'd come from this place. She looks at the writing, being unable to decipher it was frustrating, but what she could make out is that there were riches involved-- and she had a feeling it was something to do with that damned Pharaoh. She had just about been ready to punch him last night, but she knew that would have been instant death, so she relied on fighting with words.

"Uhhh, Cap'in?" Rogue says, knocking on her bunk door.
"Rogue?"
"T'er' be a messenger boy who won't speak to any one but ye."
"Really? Is he an Egyptian boy?" she asked, rolling the map up and stuffing it into her shirt.
"Appears ta be."
"I'll be up behind you." she states, grabbing her hat. She walks up the stairs and to the starboard rail. They had brought the ship in during the early hours, so access to it and their treasures would be easier. It definitely was an intimidating boat, bigger than any ship she saw banked here. As she looks over the rail she see's a young boy with black hair, "Ahoy, boy." she walks down the gangplank towards the boy, he appears to be slightly frightened, "What is it?"
"A-a message from th-the pal-pal-Pharaoh." he stutters, obviously shaking.
"And that would be?"
"H-he requests to sp-speak with y-you over a-uh a m-meal." the boy stutters.
"Very well. Tell the Pharaoh I shall meet him." the boy turns to leave.
"Hold on. How well do you read kid?" she asks, stepping forward and pulls the map out of her shirt.
"I-I read s-sort o-of okay..."
"Great. Can you tell me what anything on this map says?" she unrolls the map and shows it to the kid.

The kid stares at the map for a few minutes, "Th-this h-here m-means Ph-Pha-Pharaoh." he points at a line, "Th-this one's t-temple." he points to the other side of the map, "A-and this i-is Go-Gods; I'm sorry I can't h-help much m-more!" the boy cowers and you feel remorse.
"Hey, it's okay kid, you got family?"
"My mother works in the palace kitchen a-and my si-sister is a ba-bather." he says looking down. You roll the map back up and stick it in your shirt, then rummage through the pocket of your pants.
"Here ya go kid." you toss a couple of gold coins  his way, "Keep 'em safe and be a good boy, ya hear?"
"Th-thanks s-so much sir!"
"No prob kid, now you go tell 'Pharaoh' Atem what I told you okay?"
"O-okay!" the kid shouts as he runs off.
"Th's m'ghty kind of ye." Rogue comes up behind you.
"I love a good rags to riches story." you chuckle.
"Aye, o' course ye would."

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"So where is the all mighty Pharaoh planning to eat the mid day meal with me?" you ask the guard leading you, he doesn't answer, "God, tough crowd. Not even a little booing going on?" he still doesn't answer as he leads you to a stone walled court-yard, "Oh fantastic, we're eating outside."
"The fig tree is at least in bloom ___." you hear Atem say, coming out from a separate door way.
"Joy, the fruit of the Gods is but a lowly flower. Shall we sit under it as if you were to be courting me?" you mock.
"I figured that since you treat me like you treat your workers, I shall treat you like any lady that has walked through my palace." he smirks 'if she wishes disrespect for me, I shall do her the same favour'.
"Oh, how wonderful of you dear Pharaoh. I am so thrilled to be graced with your presence." she says sweetly and he actually wonders if she's changed her mind, "But let's talk business shall we?" she returns to her normal tone and sits on the chair, legs apart, "Being at sea isn't all about brawn."
"So be it." He says sitting down, "What are you after?" he asks.
"Rations, and rest." she leans forward, resting her elbows on her knees. "A couple of months stay and then safe passage through the Nile?"
"Exactly how long is 'a couple' months?" he asks, grabbing a piece of fruit to eat.
"I've a big boat. It'll need to stay docked here while we take the long boats up the Nile." she grabs a piece of fruit as well, "So I stay for 3-4 moons and my ship stays for 6?" she negotiates.
"That's risky, don't you think? Leaving your boat unattended." he countered.
"Oh Pharaoh, your wisdom never has baffled me more than now." she places her hand over her forehead, then puts the fruit in her mouth, chews, and swallows, "I said I'd leave in 3-4 moons, not my entire crew."
"And you'd just leave your servants behind with no one looking after them?"
"They're big boys, they can take care of themselves. And they're my team, not servants." she states matter-of-factually, eating more fruit and cheese.
"But they work under you, you tell them what to do?" Atem looks at her with shock, "How could they possibly be like the horses at a chariot race?"
"Well, I may be the one that tells them what to do, but with my 'new world' customs, these guys do it themselves, probably out of gratitude and respect for my father." Atem looks at her in wonder 'Now I'm getting somewhere.'
"What of your father?" he asks, "Mine passed on to the after life many a moon ago." he states.
"How touching. But to unlock my 'tragic' back story you'll have to learn more about this strange northerner over time." she stands, "Now, shall you introduce me to your merchants or will I need to hunt them like a wild boar?"
"Suiting you'd use boar for such greedy beasts." Atem shoots back.
"Ah, finally someone gets my humour!"
"Then we may get along just yet." Atem chides, waving a servant over to clear the non eaten food.
"We may yet." she says, following behind him.