My little book of One Shots (reader x Yugioh one shots)

Nile (Atem x Reader) ❤️

Nothing but fluff in this one! Enjoy!

XXX

The dark sky was a clear ocean of stars that twinkled down on the river below. On the cool waters of the Nile a grand ship sailed peaceful on the waves and provided the only man-made light in the night. The evening quiet was rippled by the sound of a soft harp attempting to join in the natural music of the winds and waves of the river. A fish or two would jump around the ship, trying to sneak a peak at the passengers on board. On the ship men and women dressed in simple plain clothing moved swiftly and purposely so not to disturb the two main passenger's evening. A young man and woman.

You are the young woman on this tranquil ride down the Nile and the young man beside you was the Prince Atem and your future husband. You sat near the edge of the boat to watch the water as it parted before you. As a lady of the upper class it was agree by the council, your father and the Pharaoh that you would be married into the royal family. Any daughter of a noble would have considered herself lucky but not you. Yes, being married into royalty was an honor and would secure not just your future but your family and children's to come future. However, the cost of such security was a price that only you had to pay. It was you that had to marry a complete stranger, bare a male heir and stand obediently by, as everyone stared at you with silent thoughts. Every bit of your life would be under the complete control of the council and your husband. If you were married to another high-born noble you would have a tad more freedom. Love was never going to be a part in any marriage you entered, so the want for it never came to your mind. The idea of love in marriage was perverse idea that only poets sang of and the poor die on. To you freedom was all that mattered no matter how small.

The day you found out about your betrothal you willed yourself to hold in your tears of fright and smiled during the feast your father threw to celebrate his success later that night. You felt yourself drowning on the inside on unshed tears as you over heard jokes being made at your expense. How you would need to bare children and how you would need to please your future husband or risk being replace by a concubine or two. You knew nothing of the pleasure they spoke of, nor of the act of child making. Mother wanted you pure, but pure was a mask for ignorance. After eating very little and smiling till your cheeks hurt you were finally released back to your room where you cried yourself to sleep.

Reeds swayed in the wind and their song rouse you from your memory of all the things you didn't know. They sat in the front of your mind, these unknowns, and weight heavily, forcing your eyes to tear. Blinking them away you remind yourself that this was not the place for tears. You had an audience and crying would not do. Looking out at the river you tried to get lost in its beauty but a sound behind you made it impossible.

The footsteps of your husband-to-be were heard moving towards you making your heart race. Biting your bottom lip your eyes steadied on the water below as a light blush came to your face. The prince was undeniably handsome, too handsome in fact. His eyes were so sharp that it intimidated you but at the same time they captivated you with their deep ruby red. When he spoke the simplest words, his voice held a tone of absolute confidence. He had yet to touch you, but the mere thought sent an excited shiver down your spine. You supposed that you were lucky that he wasn't old or unattractive but didn't know what kind of person he was. Beauty and cruelty often went hand in hand in your observation of the small world that cage you. The unexpected boat ride was a good way to know more about him, but you were too nervous to say anything. Knowing too much was dangerous too.

As Atem approached you he sighed and wondered if this was a good idea. He will admit that you were very attractive. No, not attractive, beautiful. That one word popped in his mind when you were introduced to him, but he wanted to know more. When he was told that his bride had been chosen, he felt that he had to know who you were. Traditionally, he would never have met or even seen you till the marriage ceremony, but he couldn't stand the idea of not knowing till then. The marriage was set three months from now and though nothing would stop it from happening the very least he could do was to talk to you. The council and her father were not happy with the idea, but his father had decided that one meeting was not going to hurt anything. Now however, he could see why everyone else was so hesitant. You had barely spoken a word to him. Scratch that, you had yet to open up and speak your mind to him.