ꗞᙅꗛᕔᙁ ꗛᎽꗛꕷ - ƈɦǟքȶɛʀ օռɛ: ɖʊǟʟɨȶʏ
ᴀɴᴄɪᴇɴᴛ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴ!ʟᴇᴏɴ x ᴀɴᴄɪᴇɴᴛ ᴇɢʏᴘᴛɪᴀɴ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
ᴀ/ɴ: ʜɪ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ !! ɪ ᴀᴍ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ɴᴇᴡ ꜰᴀɴꜰɪᴄ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴀᴍ ꜱᴏ ᴇxᴄɪᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜱʜᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴀʟʟ. ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʀᴇᴄᴇɴᴛʟʏ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʀᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴᴋʜꜱ ʟᴀᴛᴇʟʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ꜰᴇᴡ ᴡᴇᴇᴋꜱ ᴀɢᴏ, ɪ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴀ ɴᴇᴡ ꜰᴀɴꜰɪᴄ ʀᴇᴠᴏʟᴠɪɴɢ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴀɴᴄɪᴇɴᴛ ᴇɢʏᴘᴛ. ɪ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴠᴇʀʏ ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ꜱʜᴏᴜᴛᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ @ᴍʙʀɪᴄᴋꜱᴡʀɪᴛᴇꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ɪɴꜱᴘɪʀɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ʀᴇ/ʟᴇᴏɴ ꜰᴀɴꜰɪᴄꜱ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ꜰᴀɴꜰɪᴄꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴄʜᴇᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴏᴜᴛ. ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ɪɴ ᴍɪɴᴅ, ɪ ᴡʀᴏᴛᴇ ʟᴇᴏɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʀᴇ2 ʟᴇᴏɴ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴍɪɴᴅ ꜱᴏᴏᴏᴏ ʏᴇᴀʜʜʜ… ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏꜱ, ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ <333
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ!!: ᴄᴜꜱꜱɪɴɢ/ʏᴇʟʟɪɴɢ, ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛ ɴᴜᴅɪᴛʏ, ᴀʟᴄᴏʜᴏʟ, ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɪꜱ ᴡʀᴏᴛᴇ ꜱᴛʀɪᴄᴛʟʏ ᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ
ᴀ03 ʟɪɴᴋ :3 ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀ
“Serpents! That is what they are…”
You yell, throwing one of your dozen hand held mirrors against a wall, shattering it on impact.
In ancient Egyptian culture, serpents are seen as dual–two faced if you will. On one hand you have these evil, dark, chaos reining, and fear mongering creatures that symbolize nothing but death to some. All because of their eyes and venom filled fangs.
And then you have another hand. The other hand also shows serpents as being a symbol of transformation and rebirth with the skin they shed every blue moon. They also represent a divine protection to some with their connection to Mehen and Nehebkau.
Why is this important? Well it turns out…..
The man you had been planning to marry had been sleeping with a very, very close friend of yours.
Much to your dismay, you obviously didn’t know and were heartbroken once you found out the truth.
Your aunts, older cousins, and even your mother had been helping you plan your wedding.
Things were going great. But like most things…
They come to an end. Whether that's for good or bad.
Your servant was waiting on the other side of the door. “Is everything okay? I heard shattering..”
You sniff and wipe your tears before clearing your voice. “Yeah-yeay everything's fine.” You lie, through your teeth.
“Liar.” The servant responds in a knowing tone. “Would you like me to get your mother?”
“No. Oh Rah no. Please don't bring her in here. The last thing I need is an angry mom stressing me out even more.” You reply, clearly on the verge of bawling again.
“Would you like me to come in there? Prepare a bath? Food? A massage?” Your servant responds, putting emphasis on massage since you usually loved them.
“Actually, a bath would be nice right now. Maybe some wine aswell?”
“Of course, princess.” Your servant says, before walking off to the bathing quarters.
Princess. That's what you are. “The princess of the Nile” your title given since birth. But you kind of hated the name now since your sorry ass of a fiance would always call you that.
Most people would think the princess of Egypt would have all the men foaming at the mouth for her-
But that wasn't the case, at all.
When men and sometimes women would fawn over you, it wasn't because of your beauty or your personality-
But rather your riches and the throne.
“I'll give you the world” they all said. When in reality, they would do the complete opposite.
It was a blessing that your mother had found the one-and stuck with her.
Your father had fled the country when you were two. He was guilty of treason and theft, but decided to leave rather than face his punishment for betraying the throne.
Some of the citizens didn't approve of two queens being in power; But at the end of the day, they would never say that to the women who ruled the thrones. So, instead, they whispered and gossiped among friends and family.
A tap on your shoulder interrupted your in depth thinking.
“Your bath is ready, your highness.” Dalila says gently, careful not to startle you.
“Ah, thank you” you say before getting off your bed and heading down the shiny corridors of the palace to get to the bathing quarters.
You lay your body in the clear, warm water, and reach for the glass of wine.
“Don't get drunk, my lady.” Dalila says as her brown eyes watch you sip on your drink.
“I won't. I don't want mom and Zahra worrying again like they did that one time.” you reply, closing your eyes and putting the glass back down on the tray.
You remember the night vividly. The night you turned of age. It was a huge celebration here at the palace.
There were nobles from the local area and across the desert.
Luxurious jewels, vibrant fabrics, rich foods were all given to you. It was a huge night for the princess after all.
Of course, finally being of age meant drinking. And so you did.
You drank so much wine, that your own party had to be ended early because of you.
When you woke up the next morning, it turned out you were flashing everyone around you and saying stuff you shouldn't have.
Rightfully so, your mother was furious. You had ruined your reputation. And hers. All because you couldn't handle your wine.
Later that night, you were just looking out your window in nothing but satin undergarments meant for your bottom half robe. The moon was beautiful. The breeze felt good on your skin.
Some would call what you were doing sulking…but to be honest, you weren't sad at all.
Angry, sure, but you had accepted the fact you were cheated on by “the love of your life” and figured this was the stars’ way of putting you on a new path…
Meanwhile, on the other side of the palace, a new servant was on his way to your room. Unknowingly, obviously.
Leon was sprinting down corridors, while he carried dinner on his large serving platter.
“Room with the lotus, room with the lotus, room with the lotus…” he repeats, clearly out of breath and a drop of sweat dripping from his nose.
Why was he so nervous? He had been a servant before…but only for smaller families..not for the rulers of Egypt.
Maybe it was because he was new to the area…
Or maybe it was the rumors of the queens and the princess being stuck up and mean..
He thought of him being publicly executed for being a bad servant for a moment before shaking his head back to reality.
He had a overthinking problem…
Then, there it was. The blue lotuses in the doorway. He was here.
“Deep breaths” he says quietly.
He clears his throat and…
You snap your head back, eyes wide.
Obviously embarrassed and caught off guard, you start to yell.
“Hey maybe knock so im decent next time?!”
You say, quickly putting on one of your expensive robes.
The servant looks into your eyes, the fear and shame obvious in his blue orbs. They reminded you of the ocean. They were hypnotizing.
Was he trying to seduce you?
“Oh my- I-I-I'm so sorry my lady! I-I-I-I'll leave your dinner right here-”
The servant frantically puts down the plate, his cheeks burning pink, before stepping out.
It was..kind of cute. Your cheeks were a little warm. You couldn't tell if it was from being walked in while partially nude, or because your servant is a cutie.
“Hey, what's your name..?” You ask, hoping the servant would peek back around the corner.
“Uh-uhm…Leon….” He responds shyly.
You decide to walk out of your dormitory, since you were decent, and face him.
“Well uhm…thank you Leon. I appreciate the food.”
“Are you okay? Do you need water?” You ask, clearly concerned about the man's stuttering and redness.
“I-Im okay- I'll be going now-” he says, covering the sides of his eyes.
“Um…okay…well, see you around, Leon.” You say, before returning to your room and flopping onto your bed.
You found yourself thinking about him before you slept. His luscious blonde hair that was wet from his sweat. His toned build. His hot chin. And his eyes- rah his beautiful eyes. They were so beautiful and blue.
“Who am I kidding? I'm the princess, not a lovestruck teen. And I’m definitely not falling for some boy that will probably betray me anyways.” You think, before rest takes over your body.
