The Pharaoh's Thief (AtemXFem!Reader)

Chapter 4

The two of them ride back to the palace, and as they reach the stables, Siamun comes out to greet the Pharaoh, "You're late!" he looks back at the short man as the stable hand takes his and ___'s horses.
"Well, I apologize but we had an unexpected detour." he looks back at the woman petting her horse, walking into the stable with the hand.
"She's a mighty kind one." Siamun looks at the young Pharaoh suggestively.
"Kindness is easily manufactured. Only looking into her heart would tell the truth."
"True. But you can't say she isn't something to look at."
"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder." Atem mumbles, finally taking his gaze away from her, "What exactly am I late for?" he asks, looking at Siamun.
"Priests mock battles!" his advisor says, walking away.
"Joy." Atem groans, trudging behind Siamun to the temple.

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"Thanks Boy." she finishes stroking the horses neck, "How's that mare doing Khaan?"
"She's in the far at the back." he points, turning away from cleaning the saddles. ___ walks up to the pen and peeks inside, there the mare is laying on the ground.
"Hey girl--" she opens the stall, "hey, oh, oh it's okay girl." the horse tries to get up but ___ strokes her neck, "Easy now, what I good momma." ___ coos to the horse and she whinnies, "You don't get much attention do ya?" she looks at the horses coat and stands up, "Khaan, can I brush this mare?"
"If she'll sit still for you." he yells. ___ walks out of the stall and the horse tries getting up.
"Whoa girl, easy now, I'll be right back." she puts a hand out and closes the stall, not latching it. She looks over to where Khaan is and sees a cloth, "Can I just use some of the water from her pen?"
"Yeah, sure." he places the saddles back up. ___ grabs a cloth and bristle and goes back to the stall.
"Hey girl, I'm back. I have something for ya." she bends down on one knee and lets the horse smell the cloth, it huffs, "You wanna get brushed down? You gotta stand for me girl." she stands back up and stands at the other end of the  stall, grabbing some grain on the way, "Here, you want it? Come on, come get it." The horse shifts and stands up, walking forward and sniffing the grain before eating it from her palm, "Atta girl..." ___ coos, using the bristle to untangle the mares mane, or what was there of it. Grabbing another handful of grain she moves to start brushing the neck, and eventually the mare eats straight from the pail with the grain in it and ___ is able to brush her and cool her down, "Oh you're a pretty girl, yes you are." she finishes wiping the cloth on the horses rump, "I'll get your feet tomorrow, hopefully you'll have a little one by then, hm?" she wipes her brow and wipes the excess sweat on her hand on the cloth. Giving the mare one final pat on the neck, she leaves the stall and latches it shut.
"Wow. You managed to take care of her." Khaan says, drinking some water.
"Yeah, once she's eating it's pretty easy." ___ shrugs, throwing the cloth and brush back where she found them, "I'll be leaving now, thanks for letting me stay."
"No problem, saved me some work." ___ smiles at the man and waves at him, before walking off the palace grounds. The place was so huge she didn't want to risk getting lost; but the urge to look around was certainly there. 'No, I'll have a chance for that later.' she muses, while walking back to the pier.

The sun was falling and night was approaching. ___ was sitting in her cabin looking over the map of the city. "There was a mention of Pharaoh, and Gods on that map the kid translated... what could those mean? Is there maybe a priest on here somewhere?" She turns the map, looking to see if there's a temple, "I can't read any of this." she throws the map on the table and props on her elbow as a dock comes at the door, "What?" she says, Gillian walks in.
"Ol' Rog' sen' meh down 'ere ta come git yous for 'inner."
"I'm not hungry. Make sure the men eat well."
"Yous 'aven't eatin all day Captin." Gillian steps into the room, but stops short.
"Another step and I'll take out your gut." ___ threatens.
"A-Aye Miss." he puts his hands up and walks out, closing the cabin door.
"This is insufferable." she unbuttons her shirt, "I need to get something more light weight."

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The next day ___ stands near the edge of her ship, Watching her men spar, "Go for the legs Len!" she calls out, watching as the other is planting his feet. The shipmate called Len takes a quick swipe at the legs and his opponent just barely dodges, "Aye, enough." she steped toward them, "Sam you're planting, you gotta be light on your feet." she pulls a sword from one of the crew members waists and steps back, "Take a swing boy." she moves back and forth on her feet, he hesitates for a moment before swinging at her side. She blocks with her sword and taps his leg with the blunt edge, "Legs." she jumps back and takes a swing at him, he stumbles onto his back and she points the sword in his face, "In the heat of battle you'd have lost an arm, leg, and your head." she throws the sword back to the guy she took it from, "Remember that." she turns to go back under deck and have a rest, she was feeling a little light headed; but a frantic Gillian yelling her name stops her. He runs up the gang plank.
"Captin! The got Goyle, dunno why, but they be taking 'im to the palace!"
"They what!" she shrieks, "Grab my sword, my good one." one of the grew mates scramble away and grab a sword sheathed in a gold platted sheath, "I'll be back" she growls, foregoing the gang plank and jumping down, she breaks into a run.