#ocdaughter

[mysunshinetemptress]

For England

Alexia Putellas x lioness!reader x ocdaughter!reader

Warnings: Fluff

Even before Melia arrived, Alexia and you had joked about the future. Would we have a mini-me in a Spanish jersey, mimicking her mama's stepovers, or a fearless lioness with your crunching tackles? As it turned out, Melia was a curious mix. From her first kick of a ball, she'd proudly rock a jersey split down the middle, the Spanish crest battling for dominance with the Three Lions As Melia toddled around, she'd proudly rock a mishmash of kits. Or sometimes it would be an oversized Spain shirt drowning her tiny frame, the next a miniature Lionesses jersey that barely covered her knees. You both knew, deep down, that she'd eventually choose a side.

 She was very proudly called "Amorcito," she was your love in a smaller version, a mix of the cultures you both so desperately loved and just like the love that brought you both together.

However, by the age of three, Melia's allegiance became undeniable. The turning point came during the Euros. She was mesmerised by the Lionesses' attacking prowess. Sat alongside your wife as she watched excitedly her passion only seemed to build with every goal an elicited joyous shrieks, every tackle a passionate fist pump. When the final whistle blew, crowning England champions, Melia danced with unbridled glee, waving a miniature Lionesses flag like a warrior queen. 

 I expected a flicker of disappointment, maybe even a playful jab. After all, she was a Barcelona legend, a "Culer" through and through. But instead, a wide smile stretched across her face. Later that night, as Melia slept soundly in her England-themed pyjamas, Alexia surprised me again. With a mischievous grin, she pulled out a brand new Lionesses jersey, emblazoned with "Melia 10" on the back.

"She is a Culer mi vida," she said, her voice soft, "that is my legacy, that is my career, not La Roja. But family? Our family supports each other, no matter the colours we wear on the pitch But supporting England, the lionesses, your team, cheering for your country, her country? That's a love that runs deeper than football."

Her words struck a chord. Melia's choice wasn't a rejection of Alexia's heritage, but a blossoming of her own. It was a beautiful testament to the power of sports to unite families, even if they cheered for different teams.

The World Cup final, with its clash of loyalties, only solidified that realisation. Melia, both yours and Alexias Amorcito, defied expectations throughout the tournament with her continued wear of England jerseys as well as the St George crest painted along her cheeks and her red and white ribbon tied into her ponytail.

Your heart lurched as you saw Melia freeze in the tunnel, her small hand gripping Alexia's Spanish jersey like a vice. The roar of the crowd was a distant echo in the tense silence. Alexia’s warm smile, usually contagious, faltered at the edges. Melia's eyes, brimming with tears, locked with yours.

Alexia, ever the teammate, knelt beside her, a gentle smile on her face. "Hey, Amoricito," she said, "It's okay, you look beautiful. Just a few steps, and then you can change after the walkout, alright?"

Melia, however, remained rooted to the spot, her tiny chin jutting out. Tears spilled down her cheeks, blurring the red and yellow stripes of the Spanish jersey. "I'm English, Mami!" she cried, her voice cracking with frustration. "I can't walk out with you! I'll let them down!" Alexia looked down at Melia confused "Who down Amoricito" "I'm English, Mami, not Spanish! I'll be letting the lionesses down, I'll be letting Mama down" she cried, her voice cracking.

Alexia sighed her voice a soothing balm. "Amoricito," she began, "we all love you, no matter what jersey you wear. You just need to walk out with us, then you can change, okay?"

Melia shook her head, adamant. "But I want everyone to see I'm cheering for England!" Her lower lip quivered, threatening to spill over.

Alexia exchanged a helpless glance with you. it had been planned to perfection this little moment between you all a cute family moment, a symbol of international unity on the biggest stage. Now, it was unravelling before the world's eyes. Your gaze darted towards the tunnel entrance, where the announcer's voice boomed, signalling the imminent walkout. Time was ticking and Melia wasn't letting up or calming down.

Taking a deep breath, You rushed over and knelt beside them your daughter might have been born in England and loved the country with every ounce of her heart but she was so much like Alexia in looks and personality. "Hey, Amoricito," you said softly, your voice laced with calm. "It's okay, sweetheart. We know you love England, the girls know you love England. But remember, Mami is Spanish and she wanted to include her favourite girl during this moment, but this walkout is for both teams, for both of us, for our family and, for everyone who loves football."

Melia sniffled, her lower lip trembling. "But the badge," she hiccupped, pointing at the Spanish crest emblazoned on the jersey. "It's not right."

A warmth bloomed in your chest. Her fierce loyalty, even at this tender age, filled me with pride.

A quick decision had to be made. Glancing at Alexia, I saw a flicker of understanding in her eyes. She squeezed Melia's hand gently. "How about this," Alexia offered, "You walk out with me, but when we get to the national anthems, you can stand with Mama and the lionesses, okay? English and Spanish."

A flicker of hope sparked in Melia's eyes. She looked down at the Spanish jersey, then back at you. "Can I?"

"Absolutely," You confirmed, relief flooding through you as you looked back at your teammates and your own mascot you had abandoned trying to calm your daughter down.

As the announcer's voice reached a crescendo, the tunnel doors swung open. Alexia took Melia's tiny hand gripping it tightly, as you placed a kiss on her head and squeezed Alexia's hand before grabbing the hand of your mascot.

The pre-game formalities flew by in a blur. As the teams lined up for the national anthems,  Alexia crouched down and winked at Melia. "Ready to change sides, Amoricito?" she asked playfully Melia smiled grabbing Alexia's hand before pulling her towards you and grabbing your hand with hers as she stood proudly in between you both, her tiny voice joining the chorus of "God Save the King," Your heart swelled with pride, a mixture of maternal love and admiration for her courage.

Melia, her smile now radiant, let go of Alexia and raised her hands to be lifted up by you laughing as you kissed her cheeks. "Just hold on for the win, Mama," she whispered, her eyes sparkling. "For England!"

"Maybe next time, we'll walk out with you wearing an England jersey, leading the English fans in cheers."

Melia's eyes sparkled. "Really?"

"Absolutely," you promised.

[theforbiddenpriestess]

Touching Gift

Recently a dear reader gifted me a beautiful present. They commissioned artist ToodyFrutti to draw Atem and his daughter, Anippe.

If you don’t know who Anippe is, she’s an OC I created for a one-shot that ultimately became pretty popular to the point I began a fanfiction based on her and Atem.

I never, NEVER, expected the fanfiction to gain so many readers. Now for this beautiful gift of artwork to be bestowed on me. I’m completely speechless and stunned. It’s the most touching gift I have ever received, and it has made me truly happy.

Thank you again; you know who you are, for this present. Thank you, ToodyFrutti, for this wonderful and dear artwork. You have truly captured the essence of Atem and Anippe. 

| Atem and Anippe . 2022 | Artwork is by the talented ToodyFrutti 

[deesdressup]

Kristýna Krampus - Monster High OC

Daughter of The Krampus

Favourite Food

: A nice hearty bowl of goulash, especially in the winter

Favourite Activity

: Cozying up with a good book

Killer Style

: I love incorporating traditional East European clothing with a slight modern twist. Warm shades with a floral accent!

Pet

: Every Christmas I ask dad for a pet but he always tells my that a pet is for life, not just for Christmas

Pet Peeve

: People who don’t understand that their actions have consequences. Don’t they know they’ll only get coal in their stockings?

Monster Quirk

: I can sometimes be a little naive. People make fun of me for still believing in santa!

Personal Monstra

: I believe! I always stick to my guns and enjoy things that make me happy, even if they only exist in bedtime stories

Friends

: Catrine Demew, Rochell Goyle

[amten]

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[theforbiddenpriestess]

The Pharaoh & His Princess

Eight |

First Steps

"Seto! Look!" Kisara gasped as she stopped her husband from walking away from the scene.

"What is it now?" Seto asked in a sour mood. All he wished to do was go to his chamber and sleep.

"Anippe is taking her first steps!" his wife replied, making Seto's eyes pop open in the alert.

Anippe?

Husband and wife stand on the edge of the balcony as they gaze down below the courtyard.

The scene is simple.

Pharaoh Atem is crouched down, his robes touching the ground.

He has both arms extended.

"Come on Anippe. I'm right here!"

The small princess is a good distance away from her father. Anippe slowly stood up and grimaced at how far away her father was from her.

"Come on love. I'm right here!" Atem cheered again, signaling with his hands for her to walk towards him.

Tears formed in her eyes as she extended her arms for him.

"Papa!" she winced as she began to wobble towards her father before falling down.

"Come on Anippe. Papa is right here!"

Anippe's face recoiled in distress but as she looked at her father's smiling face she knew she would be okay. Standing up again, Anippe extended her arms towards her father and little by little began walking towards him.

As Anippe walked closer towards him, Atem couldn't help but feel his father's presence so strong around him.

He smiled.

In another time, it was his father who was in his place. Waiting for him to reach his embrace.

Seeing Anippe walking towards him, Atem couldn't help but feel his chest about to burst with emotions.

Perhaps this is what his father felt when he took his first steps towards him.

A sensation of overflowing pride, joy, and gratitude.

Finally, after one last step, Anippe flung herself at her father, making Atem chuckle at her behavior.

"Was that so hard?" Atem asked before tenderly pressing a kiss on her temple.

"Papa," is all the princess cried out.

From above the courtyard, Kisara smiled at Seto's expression.

Seto caught his wife's eyes and looked away.

"What?" he asked, trying to act cool.

Kisara giggled before lightly poking her finger at his cheek.

"Admit it, you were this close to crying."

"Kisara, that's not true!" he scoffed.

She laughed.

"Whatever you say, dear."

Seto just shook his head.

Note(s):

I was inspired to write this chapter from season 5 of Yu-Gi-Oh!, episode 36 titled "In Search of a King."

I specifically wrote this chapter from the scene where Atem is taking his first steps. I wrote this scene off the English dub version rather than the Japanese version for a reason. In the English version, Atem's father talks to him and is affectionate with him. Compared to the Japanese version, where he comes off cold and is quiet around him.

Author's Note:

Hi all. I apologize for not posting these last few chapters. I totally forgot to keep posting them on here, hehe...

[theforbiddenpriestess]

The Pharaoh & His Princess

Ten |

A New Baby

"Anippe, just what are you doing?" the man yelled.

"I'm trying to see Uncle Seto and Aunt Kisara's new baby!" the princess replies from above.

"Get down before Mahad sees you!"

Anippe pouts, "Shada, please, can I go in?"

Shada shook his head before extending his arms so Anippe could jump into them.

"Sorry princess, but the rules are clear. You cannot enter Priest Seto's chambers unless his approval or the Pharaoh's."

Anippe crosses her arms as she lets out a scoff.

"Come on now, jump," Shada says.

Anippe just stares at Shada's wide-open arms and prepares to jump from her high position before she hears the chamber doors open.

She rapidly changes her position so she can jump inside the chamber before Shada's strong arms whoop out of nowhere and grab her.

"No! Let me go! Please! I want to see the baby!" Anippe yells as she struggles against Shada's arms.

"Well with all that ruckus you're causing, I don't think I'll let you in."

Anippe stops what she's doing and turns to her Uncle.

"Seto!" she beams.

He just raises an eyebrow at her.

"Can I please please see my new cousin? Please?" Anippe begs.

Seto sighs as he pinches his nose bridge.

"Fine, you can enter. But under one condition."

Anippe glows in happiness as Shada looks at Seto, uncertainty.

"You are on your absolute best behavior. Kisara is still tired from giving birth and your cousin needs to sleep. Meaning you are silent as a cat. Understand?"

"I give you my word as princess of Egypt," Anippe replied dead serious, making both Seto and Shada speechless.

For a moment Seto just looked at her eyes and she looked back at him, firmly.

Seto's face broke into a small smile.

"Very well. Come along now."

Between Shada and Seto, Anippe quietly marched inside the chamber and took notice of Kisara's form. She was silently sitting on the bed holding the new family member in her arms.

Servants and midwives rushed out of the room while others stayed at the end of the room, silently for instructions.

Kisara perks up at Anippe's visit.

"Hello Princess, are you here to meet your new cousin?"

Anippe nodded, "Indeed I am."

Kisara gently turned the baby in her arms so Anippe could see its face. A baby boy was gently sleeping in her arms. His sleeping face, snuggled to her chest. His soft breathing and sudden coos.

"He's your new cousin, Astennu." Anippe heard Seto say.

The crowned princess could only stare at the new baby.

He had soft brown hair, just like Seto. His skin tone was a mix between Kisara's pale skin and Seto's tan skin. But, what color were his eyes?

"I see you beat me in meeting the new family member." her father's booming voice announced.

Entering Seto's chamber with a small smile, Atem nodded at his daughter before settling his attention on Seto.

"I am proud of you both. Now you will know the best gift of the gods, parenthood," he said, strolling over to his daughter's side.

"Hiya Papa," Anippe whispered with a huge smile. Atem looked down at his four-year-old summer princess.

"I thought we were going to come to visit your new cousin together." Atem pouted sarcastically.

Anippe blushed in embarrassment.

"Oops, I forgot."

Both Atem and Seto chuckled before going back to looking at Astennu.

Shada rolls his eyes, knowing Anippe was trying to look innocent. Somehow Anippe noticed Shada's little stunt which made her stick her tongue at him. Shada looked offended.

"Kisara," Anippe began, turning away from the priest so she wouldn't be scowled for her rude behavior.

"Why did you name him Astennu?"

Atem shot Seto a cheeky look whereas Seto sent him a death glare.

Kisara giggled.

"Well princess, contrary to Egypt's traditions and your parent's custom, I didn't name our son. Seto did. He'll answer that for you."

Seto coughed nervously, making Atem and Shada grin at his suffering.

Anippe turned to her uncle, intrigued at his response.

"Well you see, Astennu means god of the moon. Just like your parents named you after goddess Anuket, Astennu is named after Khons."

"Why?"

"Er, well."

Seto sighed before crossing his arms, and rocking them side by side like he was holding a baby.

"When you were an infant, you couldn't stop crying one night and no one was there to attend to you. So I rocked you back to sleep under Khon's gaze."

"What does that have to do with his name?" Anippe pressed but was silenced by her father.

"He's getting there, be patient. Continue."

"Well before I entered your room, I was dead set on not having kids. I lost my mother in a village fire and was abandoned by my father until reuniting with him a couple of years later. I did not have a good childhood. However I met Kisara and just like me, she had a horrible childhood. Yet, she wanted children to give them a life she didn't have. Unlike me, who was traumatized by being a failure of a parent. I was scared and unsure if I could grant Kisra that wish."

Kisara smiled tenderly at Seto.

"But when I held you, Anippe, and rocked you back to sleep, I talked to Khons."

Atem smiled softly.

"Watching you sleeping, how you held onto me, I knew what Khons was trying to tell me. That I had to let go of my fears and embrace my new life. That life with a child wouldn't be so bad."

Seto chuckled, "Here we are now, four summer years later."

Seto stopped rocking his arms and smiled at Anippe.

"That is why he is named Astennu. To honor the god who allowed me to see beyond my fears and flaws. However, I would like to thank you too. For teaching me that I can be a father."

Anippe smiled at Seto's words.

"I'm happy for you."

"So am I," Seto replied with a smile.

Suddenly a horrid sound rang across the room.

Young Astennu was wailing for immediate attention.

Anippe cringed at how his screams pierced through her ears.

Atem coughed before picking up Anippe.

"Well, we've been intruding for a while now. We'll come by again tomorrow. This time together, right Anippe?"

Anippe nodded.

"Goodbye, and thank you!" Kisara managed to say as the midwives tried calming Astennu down.

Before stepping out of the room, Atem leaned over at Shada, and whispered in his ear, "Can you bring the gift I have for them from the room next to my chambers?"

"Yes my Pharaoh!" Shada replied before sprinting out of the room.

As the Pharaoh and Princess walked down the palace's hallways, the little girl couldn't help but hear the rapid whispers of the staff. The excitement in the palace was everywhere. Everyone was thrilled with the arrival of the new baby.

Once Anippe and her father were a good distance away from them, they found Mahad and Isis in one of the spell rooms.

"Ah, I assume you met the new baby," Isis spoke with a gentle smile.

"Yeah! He was so tiny! It was super exciting too!" Anippe exclaimed eagerly.

"Everyone in the palace is excited to meet the new baby." Mahad chuckled.

Turning to her father, Anippe asked, "Was my birth this exciting Papa?"

Both Isis and Mahad became silent, watching how Atem tried keeping his face expressionless.

Anippe felt her father tense.

Isis suddenly scooped her from her father's arms.

Before Isis could begin to walk away, Atem slowly leaned over and kissed his daughter's forehead softly. Refusing to meet her curious eyes, Atem's lips turned to a small melancholy smile.

"The day you were born, is a day Egypt will never forget." is all he managed to whisper to her before Isis began to walk away.

"Come Anippe," is all Isis whispered.

Anippe turned back and frowned at the scene unfolding in the spell room.

Mahad was embracing her father as if he was trying to soothe him.

But why?

It wouldn't be till a few years that Anippe would learn the truth of the day of her birth.

Note(s):

In ancient Egypt, women had the full right to name their children as they carried them. This is why Kisara doesn't answer Anippe's question, as Seto named their child.

This week’s adventure was inspired by one of the artworks done by @siosiri

[theforbiddenpriestess]

The Pharaoh & His Princess

Thirteen |

Gracefully Cruel

The man couldn't help but feel utterly weak. The sight was enough for him to feel wholly fearful.

His wife smiled weakly at the small infant in the midwife's arms. Even though her eyes sparkled with adoration, she tiredly whispered, "She's divine."

Her breathing became harder. She winced in pain and immediately the midwives and the Chief Healer were by her side.

The man rushed to his wife's side only for the midwives to plead him to leave and let them resolve the situation. "No, no." he pleaded, the world spinning in circles as he felt his stomach drop into a pit of emptiness. "Please, please, please stay with me, Mana. You have to be here, with us..."

He never felt the pulls of various healers, ushering him out of the room. He only saw her petite and weak figure. Her soft gaze on him with a drowsy expression. He tried to scream for her, but her figure was far from his grasp, and soon from his sight.

In another room, the man walked around anxiously. All he desired was to be at his wife's side. If only he could demolish the wall separating him and his wife.

His complete adoration and love.

How was it possible that their happiest day had suddenly turned into a nightmare? The man weakly leaned on the wall. His face was dismayed. How was it possible that the most powerful man in Egypt shivered in fear?

Soft footsteps entered the room. The man looked up and there she was.

His daughter.

She was soundly asleep wrapped in a small blanket. The midwife gently placed her in his arms and he let out a shaken breath.

She was exactly like his wife described her.

Completely divine.

With a soft smile, the man allowed himself to enjoy this small moment. She was finally here.

His daughter.

Their precious daughter. Their own child.

"Anippe," the man tenderly whispered. "Hello my love," he continued before hearing midwives and healers shouting across the other side. Tears now in his eyes, with a trembling voice he said in desperate prayer, "Please, reach out to Mama. Help keep her here."

However, the gods heard no prayers that day.

It was dusk when the man was delivered the heartbreaking news.

She was gone.

The man awoke and gasped hard. Sitting forward, he threw his sheets off him and sighed.

It was hopeless. No matter how much he tried, he couldn't sleep peacefully. The minute he closed his eyes he relived that tragic day all over again.

It had just been a few days ago that she died. Atem and Egypt mourned in deep pain.

His throat tightened as his eyes clouded with tears.

"Mana."

That's when he noticed the cries of his daughter. Faster than light itself, he was next to the small wooden baby bed where she laid.

Atem frowned slightly. She couldn't stop crying.

"Hello, Anippe. What's wrong dear?"

Carefully, he picked up his daughter and rocked her.

Even though he wanted to mourn and lock himself away from the world, he knew he couldn't.

Anippe's cries and coos are a call back to the living world, making Atem smile sadly. No matter how daunting, how agonizing, how heartbreaking his wife's death was, there is a life she created that must be lived.

Anippe was here because of her... There was a beautiful princess that needed to be fed, to be sung to, to be held close, and loved. She was his beacon of hope in his most distraught dark thoughts. He wouldn't let himself be consumed into a dreadful and dark place because... he had her.

Humming, Atem paced around his room. Anippe's cries slowly come to a stop.

Explanations will come in the years ahead. For now, he wants her to know how magical her mother was. He wanted her to know how captivated he was with her breathtaking beauty, both inside and out. He wanted her to know about all the pranks they pulled together, the trouble they caused in the palace, and when he had asked for her hand at the Nile river. He wanted his daughter to know that her mother loved her with every part of her soul. Just like he did.

Gazing at Anippe's sleeping form, Atem softly kissed her forehead.

But those days would have to wait.

For now, they both needed sleep.

--

Note(s):

NEW YORK DAILY NEWS, Manhattan dad's heartbreak after wife dies giving birth to twins, By HEIDI EVANS

Author's Note(s):

The first week back in University was amazing. Felt like updating due to my good mood. However, the chapter was anything but a good mood. I cried writing this chapter. It's enough to lose a significant other and become a widow(er). However, becoming a single parent as well? I'm completely devastated just imagining the weight and heartbreak of those who such tragedy has been bestowed upon them. This chapter is in your dedication, single parents. Know that you are never alone. You are a literal angel, a hero, and most importantly, a parent to a precious blessing.

[theforbiddenpriestess]

The Pharaoh & His Princess

Seven |

Ill Father, Stubborn Daughter

The man couldn't help but puke in the bowl.

A burst goosebumps shot from his shoulders, violently making him shiver before he flinged himself back into his bedsheets. He let out a pitiful noise and rubbed his swollen eyes.

His body felt like it was on literal fire.

"Here, this ought to make it better!" Merit Ptah said as she rushed over to Pharaoh. She draped a cold wet towel on his forehead.

"I beg of you Chief Physician, please make it stop. I wish to see my daughter." he groaned.

"It's alright my Pharaoh" she replied. She pushed back his sweaty blonde bangs and moved the towel on his forehead. "The medicine should work soon."

"How soon?" he asked miserably. His body was wrought with aches and shivers. "I feel like I'm in literal fire."

"You're just sick my Pharaoh, not dying. It is just a fever, that's all." Mahad spoke, trying to calm his best friend. Atem shifted his gaze at Mahad and gave him a thankful weak smile.

Mahad had brought in the best doctors in all of Egypt and made them run every test available. It turned out to be food poisoning from undercooked meat.

Plus a fever as well.

Luckily the Pharaoh was still young and in great health, he should make a speedy recovery.

"Just give it a day, my Pharaoh." Mahad said with a small smile.

"Another whole day? I need to get better now!" he groaned.

Chief Physician Merit sighed and draped a cold towel on him once more.

"I know, but you need to get better. Egypt can wait. You cannot. I do not like seeing you so ill."

"I miss Anippe." Atem weakly let out. Mahad couldn't help but smile.

They had been separated for exactly a week now, and it was killing them. They were not meant to be apart for this long, it was pure torture for them and everyone else. But the last thing the Palace wanted was for princess Anippe to get sick as well.

"She misses you, too. She's always asking for you," Mhad replied before Merit added jokingly, "Please get better soon. I fear that if you do not, our beloved crowned princess will destroy the Palace."

Atem let out a weak laugh before his features changed to determination. "Alright. I promise you both, I will get better."

Merit nodded before taking the towels in the bowl of cold water and leaving. Mahad gave Atem a gentle squeeze on his shoulder.

"You rest now. I will return later to check up on you."

"Thank you, Mahad."

--

It was evening when a "Psst!" awoke Atem.

With a groan, he sat up and walked slowly towards his balcony. The curtains separating him and the person out his balcony.

"Hello?" he asked, too tired to demand the guards outside his chamber's doors to seize the intruder

"Papa?" his daughter's voice called from behind the curtains.

"Anippe?" Atem asked, his eyes widening at the thought of his daughter just a few feet away from him.

"Thank Ra you're okay!" his nine-year daughter let out.

"Anipee," Atem began weakly, yet tried to act upset.

"How did you get up here? This balcony is at least fifty feet high from the courtyard."

Anippe was silent which made Atem grow more upset at her.

"Anippe," he began but his daughter cut him off.

"I'm not sorry Papa. I had to see you!"

She let her head down as she whispered "I miss you."

Atem smiled sadly at her small figure on the other side of the curtain.

"I miss you too, my princess." Atem replied with a tender smile on his face. He had missed his daughter so much that just hearing her beautiful voice made him feel one hundred times better.

"I'm coming in!" Anippe stated suddenly. Atem saw her shadow reach out to grab the curtain separating the. As much as he wished to embrace her, he stayed firm.

"Anippe, no! You'll get sick too!"

"I don't care," she said resolutely. "We can be sick together."

He frowned and shook his head. "No dear. You have to stay healthy."

"Well I don't!" she shot back.

She huffed and crossed her arms.

"I just want to see you Papa."

At that moment, Atem was tempted to yank the curtains separating him and his daughter, just so he could grant her request, but then he remembered how awful he had felt these past few days.

His daughter was everything to him. He had to protect her at all costs. He would never forgive himself if he caused her to be in pain.

"I'm sorry my love, but you can't come in. I promise you, I'll get better soon" he assured her.

"When I do, we can play together again. You just need to be a bit more patient." Atem added as he saw her shoulders slouch.

Her head lowered down.

"You promise?" she asked weakly.

"Yes my love," he nodded. "I promise you."

After a minute she stood up firm and let out a defeated sigh.

"Fine Papa."

Atem smiled.

Anippe turned around and retrieved a small bag from her waist.

"I brought you some food."

Atem was surprised. "You didn't eat your lunch?"

Anippe shrugged. "I'm not very hungry. Besides, it's your favorite today."

"Ta'amiya?" Atem eagerly asked as if his love for his daughter could not have grown even more.

"No, it's batarekh." she replied without emotion.

Atem froze at the name.

Before he could react Anippe burst out laughing.

"Of course it's not! They're ta'amiyas Papa!" she giggled.

"Anippe," Atem let out, setting a hand above his heart.

"Don't scare me like that again." he scowled jokingly as his daughter continued to laugh.

She placed the wrapped food on the ground before standing up and pointing, "It's right here, Papa. They are still somewhat warm. Please eat them and get better, okay?"

A big grin blossomed on the Atem's features. "Very well my love. I love you."

"I love you, too. Bye Papa!" Anippe replied before she made her way to the edge of the balcony and disappeared.

When he was sure she had left, due to the yelling of Mahad down below, he stepped out of the curtains and grabbed the delicious wrapped meal.

Atem noticed a pendant was holding the handkerchief from unfolding. Taking it off, Atem brought it closer to his face and smiled at the realization.

This was the same pendant he had given her when she was sick of the cold back when she was five years of summer.

The pendant was a figure of a cat, symbolizing the goddess Bastet.

Protector of children and homes from diseases.

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Extra Scene:

"Why you ought to be ashamed of yourself Anippe! Fifty feet high? You've gone too far young lady!" Mahad scowled at the princess as she gave him an emotionless look.

"By the end of tomorrow, I want one hundred parchment scrolls saying "I promise to never disobey Master Mahad again." Do I make myself clear?" Mahad affirmed, crossing his arms.

"Yes Master Mahad." Anippe replied.

With a final nod, he confiscated her rope and began to walk away. Anippe looked down at her shoes.

"Oh and Anippe,"

The princess looked up to see Mahad's back on her.

"Next time, use the secret ladder in the west side of your father's chamber. His chamber has another balcony there. It's just deeply hidden."

Anippe didn't say anything. She let Mahad walk away, before her face broke into a huge smile.

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Note(s):

"Bastet is the Egyptian goddess of the home, domesticity, women's secrets, cats, fertility, and childbirth. She protected the home from evil spirits and disease, especially diseases associated with women and children." - worldhistory .org

"The first known female doctor was Merit Ptah who lived in Egypt around 2700 B.C. According to her son who was a High Priest, she wasn't just any doctor but "the Chief Physician". " - TODAYIFOUNDOUT .COM

According to Kazuki Takashi (the creator of Yu-Gi-Oh), Atem's favorite food is Ta'amiya while his least favorite one is Batarekh.

"Another type of bean identified from ancient sources is ful nabed, a pale variety of the common broad bean (Vicia faba). Pharaonic cooks almost certainly invented ta'amia or falafel, fried rissoles made from mashed beans, onions, garlic, and spices. Coptic Christians consume large quantities of falafel during Lent. The Copts are said to be descended from the ancient Egyptians and many of their traditions are so old that their origins may well lie in Dynastic times." - Hilary Wilson on ta'amiya in her book, Egyptian Food and Drink.

"Fish were also salted or pickled in oil and, in later times, great quantities of preserved first were exported from Egypt. In some scenes of fish preparation, removal of the roes is shown. The dried and salted roe of the grey mullet, known as batarekh, is considered a great delicacy in modern Egypt and is reputed to be a recipe as old as the pharaohs." - Hilary Wilson on batarekh in her book, Egyptian Food and Drink.

Reference: The book is titled Egyptian Food and Drink by Hilary Wilson and is part of the Shire Egyptology series.

Author's Note:

Hey guys. I'm leaving the city today and won't be back till a week or two. Hope you enjoyed this chapter, wherever you are, cause by the time you'll read this I'll probably be freezing myself in Alaska. Take care and see you all soon.

[theforbiddenpriestess]

The Pharaoh & His Princess

Nine |

Child Again

Atem couldn't help but smile at the sight before him.

His five-year-old daughter was placing small flowers all over her hair.

"Look, Papa! I have a garden in my hair!" she giggled as he kept looking at her lovingly.

"It is quite a garden. Can I grow one too?" he asked, kneeling.

"Okay." Anippe cheered. She began to pick more flowers from the edge of the Nile river.

Atem turned his head towards his servants and court and sure enough, as they promised, they stood a few feet away from them.

He never understood why they always needed to follow him.

He just wanted some alone time with his daughter. That's all.

"Papa, are you cross?"

"Huh?" Atem let out, shifting his gaze back at Anippe.

"You're not smiling. Is something wrong?" she asked again, now placing small flowers in his hair, one by one.

"Not at you Anippe," Atem began with a reassuring smile. "I just wish I had more time to spend with you alone, that's all."

Anippe frowned.

"Then why don't we run away from them?"

Atem forgot to breathe.

In Anippe's place, stood the love of his life, a mischievous look in her eyes, repeating Anippe's exact words, "Then why don't we run away from them?"

He was a young boy all over again. He, standing in a frozen state while Mana smiled cheekily at him.

The breeze tousled her brown hair while her aquamarine eyes sparkled.

"But what if they catch us? We'll be in trouble," he said.

"Not if we run faster than them, Prince," she replied. "Besides, what's life without getting in a bit of trouble here and there?" she teased before extending her hand for him to grab.

"Let's go, Prince," Mana said with a sweet smile.

Atem extended his hand towards her.

"Let's," he replied before the memory vanished.

"Papa? You okay?" Anippe asked, worrying at the sudden sad expression that had appeared on her father's face.

Atem closed his eyes and let out a deep breath.

Opening his eyes, he turned to his daughter.

"Are you still up to running away from them?" Atem asked her.

The biggest smile appeared on Anippe's face.

"Come on then," Atem whispered before turning back to check up on his court.

Good, they weren't looking.

Both stood up before they burst into a run.

By the time the soldiers and court turned their attention back on them, they were a few yards away from them.

"PHARAOH!" they screamed as they ran after them.

All they could hear was the sweet sound of the Pharaoh's and the Princess's laughs.

Note(s):

"For most of their waking hours pharaohs were constantly surrounded by people. These royal entourage members consisted of hangers on from the royal court, usually officials, family members, noble servants, and royal bodyguards. Royals usually got to pick out who hung out with them." - What It Was Like to Be Egyptian Royalty, from Weird History

Author's Note:

Fun fact! The events of this chapter is what occurred before the scene where Atem carries Anippe on his shoulders as the gods look down on them (which you can read at the end of the prologue).

[theforbiddenpriestess]

The Pharaoh & His Princess

Five |

The New Magician (Part 1)

“Halt!” 

“Kill him!” 

“You slave!” 

“Slave? He said he was a servant boy!” 

“Guards!”

“Seize him!” 

Immediately, the Pharaoh, Mahad, Karim, Shada, Isis, and Priest Seto bursted out of one of the many rooms and were stunned to see the full swing commotion before them. 

“My Pharaoh, please stand back! He is a criminal!” one of the guards pleaded. 

Royal guards were everywhere, including their trained baboons and dogs. With their spears and swords, in the middle of the guards was a small boy. 

His hands raised, but he didn’t seem frightened. 

“The princess! The princess-”

“Where is crowned princess Anippe!” cried one of the female servants. 

“Guards kill him! He kidnapped the princess!” accused another female servant. 

“What?! How?! She was under your watch!” Karim practically yelled at the team of female servants. 

The Pharaoh was ready to interfere when one of the palace’s vases began to move by itself. 

The boy gasped before practically leaping like some animal over the guards and running towards the giant vase. 

The guards were stunned at how fast the boy was. 

“Servant boy!” yelled the palace staff as the boy ran towards the vase. 

“Come back here you brat!” 

“Guards!” 

Even with all the screaming and commotion, the Pharaoh heard her giggle. 

Anippe!

Turning his attention to where her giggles were coming from, the Pharaoh noticed it was coming from inside the vase to which the boy... was running to!

Immediately the Pharaoh sprinted in a run towards the vase. Erupting more commotion from the guards and his court. 

“Pharaoh!” Mahad yelled as he and Priest Seto hurried after him. 

The Pharaoh paid no attention to his friends nor guards. His daughter could be in danger! Damn servants. They had one job!

“First and last time they take care of my daughter!” the Pharaoh cursed to himself. 

Out of the corner of his eye, the Pharaoh saw the boy catching up to him. He growled. 

Father instincts rushed within him at the moment. The Pharaoh swiftly turned before grabbing the boy’s arm, twisting him, and pushing him to the guards. 

Hard.

“Have him prisoned! I’ll deal with him later!” the Pharaoh roared before the vase began to move violently. 

“Yes my Pharaoh!” the guards replied firmly as the boy struggled against their grasps. 

“No stop! You don’t understand! Anippe-”

“Darius?!” 

Mahad and Priest Seto turned to see Mahad’s best student, Ammon, appearing within the commotion. 

“Ammon you know this boy?” Priest Seto demanded making the young magician step back in fear. 

“Uh-yes Priest-Priest Seto.” stuttered Ammon. 

Mahad glared at his student before one of the female servants exploded, “Did you let him into the palace?! How do you know him?! Do you see what you have done?! The princess is gone because of you!” 

Tears filled Ammon’s eyes at the sudden statement. 

“No, no. Darius…” 

“Look out!” a male servant screamed purple sparks began exploding from inside the vase. 

An eruption of giggles was then followed before all chaos broke loose.

“Anippe!”

“The princess!” 

“Pharaoh!” 

“Ah!”

The Pharaoh was quick to extend his arms as his daughter came out flying from the inside of the vase. 

Yet instead of landing in his arms, she slowly floated down. 

The two summer age princess giggled as she clapped her hands. 

“Papa! Papa!” she squealed in his arms, indicating she wanted to go again. 

The whole court, servants, and two young boys were silent. Mahad stood frozen solid as Seto looked like he was about to pass out. 

The Pharaoh just stared at his daughter. 

The crowned princess looked back at her father and laughed as she wiggled in his arms before she began to float up again. 

The Pharaoh snapped out of trance as his daughter began to slip from his arms. 

“Ra… she has magical powers.” Mahad let out as Isis smiled happily. 

“Oh Mana would be so proud.” Isis thought.

“Ra please don’t make her anything like Mana.” Priest Seto muttered to himself before Mahad sent him a death glare. 

The Pharaoh stared at his daughter one last time before practically jumping in joy. 

“Anippe, you have magical powers!” the Pharaoh celebrated, as his daughter laughed at her father’s attitude. 

“Mahad isn’t this great! Now she can study under you just like-” he stopped talking. His grip on his daughter tightened a bit. Mahad didn’t need him to finish what he was saying. 

Everyone knew who their Pharaoh was referring to. 

If not, his eyes told it. Showing a thousand word story in just seconds. A story of love, friendship, tragedy, madness, grieve, loneliness, and acceptance. A tragic story indeed.

“Papa.” the princess let out as she placed one of her chubby hands on each of his cheeks. 

The Pharaoh stared at his daughter for a second before bringing his forehead close so it touched her’s. 

“Your mother would be so happy my love.” the Pharaoh whispered, staring at his daughter’s aquamarine’s eyes. 

“Who knows, when the time is right and you are of age, your mother’s wand might be yours.” the Pharaoh continued. “But for now, it’s safe to say that you will study under Mahad’s wing. Alongside Ammon and the rest of the students-” 

The Pharaoh stopped talking. He took his gaze off his daughter before he narrowed his eyes at the detained boy. 

“You.” he commanded. 

The boy, Darius, stood straight, trying to look brave, however his eyes flickered a hint of fear. 

The Pharaoh was amused. 

No person, especially a child, ever stood courageously in his presence. They were always shivering as cowards.  

"Yes, my Pharaoh." the boy replied. 

Holding his daughter closer to him, the Pharaoh asked the boy, with a slight scowl, "How did you get inside the palace?" 

Note: 

“In Ancient Egypt, police officers used dogs and trained baboons to help them on the job” - from WTF Fun Facts

[theforbiddenpriestess]

The Pharaoh & His Princess

Six |

The Stars Shine Brighter at Night  

It was the middle of the night, when the man woke up to use the bathroom. Perhaps he shouldn’t have drank so much water before going to bed. On his way back to his chambers, he overhears some sniffling. Is someone sick or crying? Is it Isis? Or Mahad? Quickly moving to each of their chamber doors, the man doesn't hear the noise coming from neither chambers.

Of course. They were still out late in some meeting with the Pharaoh. 

But then, where was the noise coming from?

He curiously follows the whimpering to the center of the hallway, Anippe’s chamber door, causing the man to freeze. Maybe he should get a servant for this? Unless by some miracle Isis was back now? But what if something is happening right now? 

The Priest sighed as he looked both ways. 

Not a single sign of life nowhere. 

The cries of the small infant continued. 

Finally, out of immense concern, he opens the door to check on the crowned princess. Blinking in the dark room, though there is a small night light near the bed, from the opened balcony. 

The priest continues to stand in the doorway. What is he supposed to do? This is his first interaction with her, and he's not the ideal at comforting people, especially children. Why is she crying? The Priest's gaze lands on the moon, shining so brightly from the balcony. 

"What?" he asks. It was as if Khons, the god of the moon, was telling the Priest to do a better job of comforting her. The Priest hesitates. 

Is it too late for him to slip out and get a servant? Is the Pharaoh back yet?

The princess continued to weep and with a deep sigh the Priest approached her nursery. He rests a comforting hand on Anippe's head. He isn't quite ready to hug her, so this will do, right? As soon as he starts patting her head, gently. 

“Hush now Anippe.” the Priest said.  

He did not sign up for this. Why is he constantly babysitting the princess when he’s uncertain he even wants children of his own?

Hearing Anippe’s crying get louder, the Priest lifts her up into his arms. He's held children before, though it's been years. It was before he arrived at the palace.

Holding her in his arms, the Priest takes notes on the infant. Anippe is small, so she's very light. Her small hands tightly wrap around his finger as she studies his face. The warmth radiating from her body helps put at ease the Priest as he gently rocks her back and forth. Still hearing her sniffle, despite her sobs slowing down, the Priest starts, "Happy Khons?" 

Deciding to pace around the room, the Priest continues gently rocking Anippe while lost in his own thoughts. 

She continues to look at him. “What are you staring at?” he snaps, a bit grumpy at the time of sleep he’s losing. Anippe whimpers at his harsh tone. 

Tears threaten to fall making the Priest panic. “No no no. Please don’t cry. I was only joking. You can stare at me just please don’t cry.” 

He hummed trying to make Anippe calm down. “And Kisara wants to start a family.” he thought to himself as Anippe calmed down and continued to stare at him. 

Relaxing his attention on her aquamarine eyes, Seto thought to himself, could he really be a father? Anippe made soft noises, making Seto’s body relax. If this is what it took to calm down a baby, it wasn't bad, though he really doesn't want that responsibility. Nevertheless, if Kisara was alright into having to start their own family, Seto would be there for her. There's no doubt about that.

Anippe’s movement began to slow, and her eyelids fought hard to stay open. She snuggled closer to Seto’s body, smushing her face onto his chest. Seto sighed.  “I admit I was wary when your father and mother told me they were expecting a child. I should say, I was wary of your mother’s genes. I mean no offense, but truly, I did not think our world was ready for you just yet.”

Walking outside of her chamber’s balcony, Seto studied the night sky. Was it him or were the stars shining brighter tonight? 

Anippe had fallen asleep, her tiny fist still around his finger. Smiling softly, Seto studied the sleeping princess in his arms. “But now I see that you are exactly what our world needed. You’re everything and more.”

Yes, perhaps this wasn’t so bad. 

He chuckled to himself when he nodded at the moon and returned inside the chambers. 

“Thank you Khons.” Seto thought. 

He didn’t know how long he had been pacing around the princess’s chambers.

The man had been so deep in thought that he didn't notice someone approach the doorway until they spoke. 

"Seto?"

Looking from Anippe to the doorway, Seto scowls lightly at his cousin. "She was crying."

Atem had just returned from a late conference and seeing Anippe’s chamber doors open, he decided to check in on her. He didn't expect to see Seto walking around and rocking Anippe in his arms. It warms Atem’s heart and brings a knowing smile to his face. 

Though his cousin was certainly not the most affectionate person, he was constantly stepping up to help people. His helpful nature will never change, and that will lead to him overcoming a lot of the limitations he places on himself, like being involved with children.

Carefully taking his daughter from Seto's arms, Atem gently places her back on her nursery and tucks her in. 

"Still don't want to have children of your own?" Atem softly teases. Seto glares at his cousin. 

"I'm going back to sleep." Seto snaps back, avoiding his cousin’s question.

Chuckling, Atem pats Seto’s back. "Goodnight, Seto." 

Atem didn’t need an answer.

[theforbiddenpriestess]

The Pharaoh & His Princess

Three |

It’s Cold Outside 

The walking figures of two were seen in the dark corridor. The fire torches held by the guards protecting them from the darkness surrounding them. 

The young princess yawned, rubbing her eyes, before a cold breeze touched her bare shoulder. She shuddered. 

"If it's cold outside, show the world the warmth of your smile." Isis whispered soothingly at Anippe as they walked the palace’s grounds under the moonlight. Guards surrounding them. 

Anippe nodded at Isis’s words. 

It had been the coldest night Egypt had ever experienced and it was the first time the Pharaoh had left his daughter in the care of his trusted friends as he was required in Atlantis for political reasons. 

The first time he was separated away from Anippe. 

“Isis,” Mahad sighed in relief as she and Anippe approached the other wing of the palace huddled together. 

“Mahad!” the princess cheered as Mahad crouched down to pick her up. “Sorry we took so long, Anippe was hard to convince to come with me.” Isis said, recalling how the princess refused to leave her room as she said it was too cold outside and it was super dark.  

“Mahad, it’s so cold.” the princess spoke tiredly. Mahad gave her a sad smile.

“Yes, I’m sorry Anippe. But we need to leave.” 

“Why?” the princess asked. 

“We are going on an adventure of our own. Far away from the palace.” Priest Seto answered as he emerged from the shadows. 

“Seto!” Anippe greeted him with a sweet smile. Mahad and Isis expected Seto to continue giving her a stone look or shrug off her smile. Yet both were astonished at the response the Priest gave. 

Seto could not help but smile back, feeling warm for a minute before shooting Isis and Mahad a look. 

“The troops and horses are prepared. Let’s go.” 

With that being said the priests soon found themselves galloping far away from the palace, surrounded by countless guards.

It wouldn’t be till a few years later that Anippe would learn that an assassin had managed to enter the palace that night.

[theforbiddenpriestess]

The Pharaoh & His Princess

Four |

His Joy

“What bird is that Papa?” Anippe asked in amazement as a large bird flew above their boat.

“That is a heron,” Atem replied as Anippe awed the majestic bird.

“In fact, the legend of the Bennu bird originates with the heron.” he added with a small smile.

“The Bennu bird?” Anippe chuckled.

“It’s a bird with two long feathers on the crest of its head and crowned with the disk of the sun. It is the sacred bird of Heliopolis.”

“The city?” she asked him.

“Yes.”

“Wow.” Anippe let out, gazing the bird fly further away from their boat.

“My Pharaoh,” a servant interrupted them. Atem nodded at them to continue.

“We are approaching the trading port in about five minutes. Shall I take the princess from here?”

Atem turned to see Anippe leaning her face from the edge of the boat and touching the nile river.

“No, that won’t be necessary. It’s alright.” Atem replied and with a wave of his hand he dismissed the servant.

“Anippe,” Atem called standing from his chair.

“Yes Papa?” Anippe replied from her spot.

“Come love. We’re approaching our destination soon.” and with that the princess made her way back to her father.

“Papa?” she asked.

“Yes love?”

She played with her fingers, a bit nervous now.

Atem crouched down and captured her hands with his.

“You can tell me anything, my angel. I will never judge you. I give you my word.” Atem spoke firmly but with a gentle smile.

Anippe smiled softly at her father. “It’s just… Mahad told me that my name means something very important to you. I was wondering what it is?”

Atem froze at that question. She was looking at him with her beautiful aquamarine eyes, her blonde hair strands caressing her face. She was too pure for this world. This world did not deserve her. Not at all.

“Oh Mana, how I wish you could have met our daughter.” Atem thought sadly before he lifted his hand to caress one of his daughter’s cheeks.

“You know I love you, right?”

“I love you too Papa.”

Atem smiled before he took a deep breath.

“Your mother and I, when we were young, would play in the nile. I have so many treasured memories with your mother throughout my life but the days when we would play in the nile hold the biggest meaning to me. In fact, I asked for her hand at the nile. Needless to say, of course she said yes but what I’m trying to say is that because of this river, it gave me my most treasured memories.”

Anippe smiled at her dad’s words.

“Your name Anippe means “Daughter of the Nile” which your mother and I chose to honor the goddess Anuket for always looking after us in the river and because of our memories.” Atem said before closing his eyes and recalling all his sweet memories with his wife at the river.

“So every time I see you, call your name, or hear your name, it only brings joyful memories. Making you my literal joy in life, my precious Anippe.” he finished before he kissed his daughter on her forehead.

She hugged him back fiercely, standing with the tips of her toes.

Atem encircled her in his arms and hugged his daughter firmly. As he held her, he saw cranes flying in the distance towards them.

Though his love had been taken away from him, he had his daughter to look after.

A new age of joy they would create.

Father and daughter.

Note:

“In ancient Egypt, legend says that a two-headed crane was once seen flying over the Nile, to announce a new age of joy and prosperity. The Egyptians believed that the striking white color of the crane's feathers were representative of purity.” - from Ancient Wings .com

[theforbiddenpriestess]

The Pharaoh & His Princess

Dedicated to the person who DM me and asked if I could make more Atem and Anippe stories. 

I promise, I will! 🥺

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One |

Tears of Agony 

“Yes, I presume that strategy would work.”

“What if we also sent some army troops here-”

“Papa!" 

Pharaoh Atem and the rest of his royal entourage members looked up as the door burst open as a distraught crowned princess ran inside. The Pharaoh’s heart began to beat faster as he saw her panicked expression. 

The princess scanned the room and, when her gaze landed on her father, she immediately ran towards him. She ignored her father’s royal entourage members' disliked looks. 

The Pharaoh shot up from his throne, ignoring the disapproving looks of his advisors. Military reform be damned; his princess needed him. Her small footsteps bounded on the hard limestone floor as she neared towards him. He knelt down and immediately embraced her in his arms.

"What is it, my love?" he asked with concern, brushing a bit of her tears away.

Anippe pressed her blotchy red face into the crook of his neck. Her hands clutching tightly onto his cape, as she sobbed, "He’s gone Papa! He’s gone!" 

The Pharaoh was silent for a moment before he swallowed hard, containing his laughter.

Classic Mahad.

Though she was barely three and a half summer years, he had hoped she would wise up to his best friend's prank. Mahad would always pull this prank on her mother when they were young and she reacted the same like her, crying and coming to him. 

Looking at his daughter the Pharaoh felt his heart ache in pain at the bittersweet feeling of hugging someone from Mahad’s heavy prank. Closing his eyes for a second he took in a breath. 

"Hmm, it’s alright," he hummed reassuringly, running his fingers through her hair. "I assure you, Mahad is not gone, my love."

"Y-yes he is!" she cried, absolutely heartbroken. Before he could reply he heard a few of his entourage members laugh silently behind him. He quickly whipped his head towards them, his puzzle flashing with a menacing glow as his red eyes pierced through their souls. 

They all cowardly stepped back, effectively silenced.  

Picking up his daughter, the Pharaoh rubbed her back soothingly. “There, there," he murmured. "It’s alright Anippe, Mahad-" 

As if on cue, Mahad burst through the doors, looking as he had come back from a tormented battle. 

"Anippe?" he called out meekly, his attention on the small girl in his best friend’s arms. The Pharaoh shot Mahad a small smirk. 

He was in so much trouble. 

“Anippe?” Mahad called again, walking closer to the sobbing princess. 

Her head perked up, and she turned around. 

"Mahad?" Anippe gasped, her voice filled with surprise and relief. She twisted in her father’s arms as she opened her arms for Mahad to hold. 

"Mahad!" she cried out as he embraced her. Mahad hugged the princess for a few seconds before he tried to pull away, but her hold was firm. "Don’t leave Mahad! Don’t leave!"  

“Anippe,” Mahad began with a light scowl, “If I recall this was all your idea. You promised me that you wouldn’t cry if I disappeared in front of you. You said you knew this was just a spell.”

The princess lowered her head in defeat. "Mahad, she’s just a child," the Pharaoh scolded, trying to keep a stern expression. Mahad just sent him a light glare.

The Pharaoh bit his tongue to stop his laughs from erupting as he saw how Mahad tried to calm Anippe in his arms.

Oh, what a scene. 

“Mahad is right Anippe,” the Pharaoh began with a small smile. “If you knew you couldn’t handle Mahad disappearing, you shouldn’t have asked him to do it.” 

"Yes, Papa," Anippe replied in despond. She awkwardly looked up at Mahad’s scowl face, “Sorry Mahad…”

Mahad sighed. "Apology accepted. Don’t ever scare me like this, okay?" 

She bobbed her head up and down, "Alright Mahad."

“I apologize my Pharaoh for interrupting your meeting. Anippe ran extremely fast before I could show myself to her again.” Mahad apologized, holding a blushing princess. 

“Nothing to apologize Mahad,” the Pharaoh dismissed with a grin. 

“I’ll see you later my love,” the Pharaoh promised his daughter before he allowed Mahad and Anippe to be escorted out the room. 

Waiting until the doors were closed, the Pharaoh turned his attention back to his royal entourage members. 

“Now, where were we?”

[amten]

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