Remember me this way ● Ahmanet

Prologue

{A/N} ~ Ok, so to start off, this is my first Lesbian fanfiction. For those who are probably reading a lesbian fanfiction for the first time, it's basically just a love story but, with a woman. No actual difference, it's just a different gender your protagonist will fall in love with.
Alright, and for those who are uncomfortable with this kind of story writing (gay or lesbian stories) than I suggest you leave now. I'm not saying it to be rude, but come on, I don't want any one to be all sour and disgusted throughout my entire book because they have a different way of thinking about relationships.
So guys, I hope you enjoy. For those who liked the movie the Mummy, the 2017 version, than...Awesome. It was an okay movie, the best thing about the movie, in my opinion, was Ahmanet. Hence, my new book. Ok, so remember! I need feedback and I also would like you guys the comment things about the roles of a typical homosexual relationship. I don't want to disrespect anybody! Cause remember, this is my first homosexual story.
Welp...I guess that's it for now. Read on! Comment, vote, and most of all, Enjoy!

Omorose "Rose" Bruner & Eshe Tauret:

Ahmanet "Princess Ahmanet":

Nick Morton :

Jenny "Jen" Halsey:

"Habibti...I've found you, at last," the mummified woman stepped forwards, her decayed hand binded from shoulder to wrist in sacred wrappings reached forwards to cup my cheek. Her eyes were wide in relief and adoration, as if she's known me her whole life. Despite her appearance, I could see past the rotted skin and chipped, weakened bones showing through the wide gash on her face, the beautiful woman that lay beyond all that was staring back at me. Her lapis tipped fingers capturing both my cheeks in a warm embrace, her dark hair swaying in the desert wind, the thin, white linen around her frame whipping back and forth in the desert breeze.

"My Queen..." I found myself muttering as I place my palm against the hand that held my cheek with such tenderness that it seemed she was afraid she'd break me. She shivered at my sentence and I could see her tears welling up as if in relief, she smiled at me with her hands shaking. She knew I couldn't remember, but she held onto the hope that one day...I couldn't lie to her. I could tell her that finally, I've returned, truly. I've returned in both mind and body and spirit. She wanted me to remember her...what we had once...what we shared together...what we died for.

But, she didn't want to be remembered this way. Not in her decayed state, she didn't want that. She wanted me to remember who she used to be, who people used to praise, who many had worshipped, the woman that I had loved, the woman that I died for, that woman that had died for me.

She'd wanted to be remembered another way...not this way.

Welp, that's the prologue. I hope your guys enjoy this book and give me some feedback or comments, or things that you'd like to see in the relationship with Ahmanet. Ok...duces!
And enjoy, of course.