#sometimes it's the “established and beloved friend from other platform who has made a second home on the hellsite” to mutual pipeline

[saveugoodmadam]

I think it's nice how people go from "person I see on my dash" to "beloved mutual" honestly. Friendship is a beautiful and wonderful thing.

[lula1991]

My Jewel

Summary

   An ancient spell causes a millenary young lady to weaken, it is up to Larry and her friends to help her find the key to return her to normal while a stranger pretends, along with three already known individuals, to take over a captive jewel somewhere in Egypt with the in order to proclaim it “yours.” (The shock of all the chaos in her).

   Objective? The guard and the exhibits must prevent it from falling into the wrong hands while between Ahkmenrah and the girl, a romance will slowly emerge that will bear fruit over time.

Genre: Adventure, comedy, romance, fantasy

Warnings: None, for now. But, I can assure you that if you continue to give it a chance, I promise you that later there will be smut of the good, which you love so much in at least two chapters. If you want me to tag you to receive notifications to follow the story closely, don't hesitate to ask me 💕

Chapter 2

   The time for the treasures of the British museum was extended for a good period, thanks to how captivating the English exhibitions turned out to be for the visiting public. And although with the reopening of the Hayden Planetarium, the establishment of New York has not undergone many modifications that we say, only some sculptures, vases and figures have been replaced. Well, there was a change but from the heart, since the aforementioned Larempteh has aroused the sudden love interest of Pharaoh Ahkmenrah..

Teddy: Young Ahkmenrah? — Mr. Roosevelt made the king jump a little because of his distraction.

Ahkmenrah: Mr. Roosevelt, what happens? — his strained smile missed him.

Teddy: What are you doing, son?

Ahkmenrah: Ah, I was going around a few times. I know it wasn't a pharaoh's routine to do it but I wanted to make sure everything was under control. — he didn't believe that lie.

Teddy: It's almost dawn, son.— his voice was kind but he was still a little surprised.

Ahkmenrah: Oh yes, just one more look.. — and he sneakily saw among the plants that decorated the African room as his beloved secret Larempteh moved his hips delicately enjoying the moment by putting on a smile that illuminated the place while some of the mammals they moved around her but did not harm her, her dancing was very fine, since the tradition in Ancient Egypt was for young women to go from small to dance classes among other royal subjects to fulfill their role as wives and please their Kings. Ahk sighed and then realized that Teddy was still there. — Ready, there is no one. — he smiled and ran away.

   Sometimes Ahkmenrah could behave like a small baby despite having already had 18 years and with a fulfilled mandate under his hands post mortem. Maybe love put it that way..

    But one thing should be noted, 4000 Egyptian years had passed and he was still such a handsome young man..

   Teddy denied twice by putting on a bright smile since he knew the reason for his behavior..

That day in Larry's apartment ..

Nick: A new exhibition? Was there a new exhibition and you didn't tell me anything, Dad? — the young man reproached him.

Larry: Nicky, your college studies are more important than distracting yourself with this.

Nick: Dad, I left college. At least another year. I want to focus more on being the best known DJ in Ibiza.

Larry: Do we agree that your mother and I don't agree?

Nick: You're still angry at the last party, right?

Larry: I just want you to focus on your future and take advantage of the early hours, not for parties. You must resume college, son.

Nick: I'm already a man, dad.  and Larry gave him a dissatisfied look. — I'm about to turn 18.

Larry: We'll talk about this tomorrow. Team Daley, you will go to college and I will go to work..

   The night program was a thing of almost every night since the museum opened it and how it was expected there would be a new function to captivate its visitors..

    Many reviewed their respective attire, colonial women accommodated their hats, those of the civil war rehearsed their steps, Sac enlisted what was already prepared, Rexy and Trixy were waxed, Attila and his Huns sharpened their weapons, Mr. Roosevelt combed his mustache, she had already checked the fire manual with the primitives and Dexy had accommodated his funny bun..

    And of course, how could we put aside our king who was very comfortable talking with the beautiful girl..

Ahkmenrah: Good luck today, friend. — he followed in her footsteps, improving the appearance of her crown.

Larempteh: Thank you. Being never exhibited at night I hope to please the public by appearing to be technical magic for those who do not know that we are true.. — she winked and both laughed. "And make my ancestors look good in the Planetarium.

Ahkmenrah: Of course. — he assumed in a sweet whisper. — Oh, I almost forgot, an old friend will come to see us, his name is Larry Daley, the Brooklyn Guardian as I like to name him.

Larempteh: Brooklyn Guardian? You are a funny king, very witty and original.. — the genuine came out of her lips as she arranged her little cape.

Ahkmenrah: It is in honor of why he has helped me many times and I am in eternal gratitude with him, you know? He is a great person. When you meet him you will notice.

Larempteh: I trust your words. — she smiled at him kindly.

Sacajewea: Guys! Ah Larempteh, thanks to my ancestors that I find you. You act in five minutes, sweetie. — she informed him with a warm smile.

Larempteh: Thank you Sac..

Sacajewea: Hey Larem, I need you to come, I want you to corroborate if what you say here is correct.. — in your concern, the Native American showed the tablet to the girl with her personal information.

Larempteh: Yes, yes, it's perfect data.. — she once said close to the beautiful woman and they were walking together to the planetarium.

    That night, Larry was welcomed with open arms by the young pharaoh..

Ahkmenrah: Good thing you could come..

Larry: Yes, my students behaved and I could finish class before..

Ahkmenrah: Okay. It will be a great night.. — this one escaped a fabulous smile of anxiety and that night guard could not go unnoticed how radiant the pharaoh was, his gaze shone in a way he had not seen before. As if that glare owned.

Larry: Is there something that I have not heard? — he wanted to get information but the king preferred to ignore him.

Ahkmenrah: What?

Larry: Ahkmenrah, you are a great king but keeping things a secret you are terrible. — he assumed what the young man gave him by his side, giving him the reason with a funny head tilt. — It's about Larempteh, right? It's that girl who has you so distracted, right?  — and the king was discovered, smiled.

Ahkmenrah: You discovered me but you'll see why I'm like this..

   Each exhibition had already made its exhibition and now it was the turn of the Egyptian queen, Larempteh, the poor woman was scared to death but Sac was there to give her confidence..

Sacajewea: You'll do well. — she smiled.

Larempteh: Thanks again, Sac. — she sighed, relaxing her tense muscles with nervousness, filled herself with courage and climbed the steps that led her to the stage.

   The audience was considerable in the Planetarium but she was so excited that she didn't care about the number of spectators, she wanted to look her best and hopefully she would make it. Of course, visitors were still convinced that those figures were animated only by special effects although Larempteh how a kind of girl conveyed the magic of her authentically perfect world..

Larempteh: During remote times and even further away, Egypt has always been the focus of attention preferred by many. He has given what to speak as a place where too many people have been captivated with their infinite unsolved mysteries, stories that go from one to the other and return to the same place, their myths and beliefs, legends, riches, writings, dances, important adversaries, rituals, pharaohs, palaces, festivities and other wonders; since I was a little girl of 11 years I have also been and not for being Egyptian but for the fact that it is my home, which fits my immense pride, and will be a part of the planet worshiped by hundreds of individual beings for thousands of add more. My parents have blessed me with the name of Larempteh, it means the sacred light of the Sun. I was born in Waset about 4000 years ago..

   Everyone was captivated listening to the young woman climb to a marble platform illuminated by a spotlight that made her more beautiful in the eyes of the young Ahkmenrah who from a corner watched her with devotion and heard her relate as a professional..

Larry: I know it's hard for you to stop seeing her, but hide a little, Ahkmenrah.. — he put a friendly whisper in his joke and in wasting it because of the way he looked at the girl, he was hypnotized.

Ahkmenrah: With her beauty, she opaque to Karnak's temple. Larry looked at him. — I exaggerated? — he made a funny face and his friend laughed willingly knowing why he was so anxious.

    Not at all, she was very precious..

Larempteh: And then there, I've lived some time. Surrounded by both natural and material beauty, but what mattered most to me was to be loved at heart. I was respected, adored and even treated as a deity too. I keep the most important piece where a queen stands out, the crown, which I wear from the moment it was my royal coronation that took place in my 14 years. An element of utmost excellence in my time and a majestic weight that must be known to be sustained from the moment you were conceived life; If you wore one, well, you could do what you wanted, of course my parents had to deal with my multiple rebellions.. — she said and even laughter arose. — But that's something on the sidelines. Now to close this beautiful evening, I would like to share that if you have the opportunity to travel to my ancient world, do not hesitate for a second to delight in such magnificent delicacies, one by one, that in my case and in my belief, Ra has created For any human eye that knows how to appreciate beauty. Thank you and you have been very kind. — she smiled and loud applause erupted in that room, she was fired very warmly.

   She went down the last step and received with congratulations all Larry's friends and even himself..

Sacajewea: Wow! That was incredible! My prayers to my spiritual ancestors bore fruit.

Octavio: Wonderful!

Jed: Unsurpassed!

Larempteh: I think I even overcame my scenic panic..

Larry: Even more. It was great, congratulations Queen Larempteh.

Larempteh: Thank you! You must be the famous Brooklyn Guardian. — the young woman bowed her head in greeting. —  King Ahkmenrah has told me about you.

Larry: Yes, I'm not that fabulous..

Larempteh: Do not be modest Mr. Daley, each and every one of us is special in some sense.. — she was interrupted by colonial exhibitions and had to be educated in attending to her compliments.

Colonial girl: You are amazing! From now on you will be my hero. Take, it's for you.. — the girl gave her a wild flower while the young queen knelt on one leg to be at her height and receive the flower with tenderness.

Larempteh: Oh, thank you, beautiful..

Larry: Now I understand why you were so happy. She is amazing.

Ahkmenrah: It is, isn't it ..?

Larry: I think it's your type and you should ask her to marry you. — he whispered convinced walking slowly to the exit of the place and the king felt a soft blush flooded his cheeks.

    Ahkmenrah was smiling nervously until she felt peace when she mentally thanked her for not having heard that comment when some colonial people among other historical figures continued to surround her to congratulate her..

Ahkmenrah: Are you crazy? I'm not going to do that or ask her to commit to me. I just met her..

Larry: Hey Ahk, it is customary at this time for men to flatter girls with roses as compliments or as a method to invite them out, so.. — he chose a rose that decorated a vase and gave it to the king by assigning a mission.

Ahkmenrah: But I don't know how that is done, I'm from another era and we didn't conquer in the same way. Also if I wanted to go out with her, I could not because we are museum exhibits, do you forget..?

Larry: You know, tell her how beautiful she was, how well she expresses herself, how intelligent and beautiful she is.. You don't need to leave here for a date, what can you lose, boy? Nothing is impossible. Do not live in the past, after all they are two young real conservations of flesh and blood..

Ahkmenrah: But, I.. —  this one was pushed by the guard.

Larry: Good luck, boy. He encouraged him by giving him one last push to leave him out of the Planetarium and close enough to her. And so, Larry and the other boys left the kings alone.

   Larempteh perceived the king a couple of centimeters behind her in that long, beautifully lit corridor, tilted her body a little confirming her intuition and knew of her intentions when she smiled since seeing him with a rare flower in her hands meant a moment alone..

Larempteh: Can you excuse me for a moment? Thank you.. — she asked with fine manners and those figures bowed out of respect.

   She said goodbye to the friendly exhibits to pay attention to the handsome pharaoh walking a few steps to the entrance of the Planetarium..

Larempteh: Hi.. — It was an audible whisper.

Ahkmenrah: You're all a star. — he said and once Larem was face to face, he looked at her groggy, spreading the rose on the advice of his friend.

Larempteh: Thank you. — she accepted his gift by being affable when her eyes met his that shone with the same intensity.

Ahkmenrah: And now, I have to go.. — he excused himself by swirling on his shaft swirling his distinguished clothes and with a lot of tension he walked to some corner of the museum while his gold-colored cape flamed elegantly.

   Larempteh contained a soft laugh at the young man's not very carefree attitude..

     On the next night..

   The new classical conservation (Larempteh) walked through the diagram room accompanied by Jed and Octavio on each of his shoulders..

Jed: Then the boy and you.. — the cowboy thought and the beautiful hazelnut-eyed girl laughed softly.

Larempteh: No Jed, Ahkmenrah and I are still nothing. In fact we met in this life and how I remember some things about my past, I can not say whether or not he was promised to me or if it was and we could not. — she sighed and did not know why. — Well, as far as I know, my father wanted to force me to marry a king if he chose someone to marry me before he died. Ahk is, but I'm not sure he is the one because I only knew him very recently. — a thought ran around his head, shook him internally. — It was typical that in Ancient Egypt the sovereigns of different lands arranged commitments with their respective children to maintain the royal blood between the families. The opinion did not count on the unknown spouses or even perhaps relatives, it did not matter if these young people would agree or the opposite, had to marry whether they like it or not. That is why in my belief that it is still a difficult situation to handle. Because what if Ahkmenrah is my brother; well, at that time it was not so bad to marry among relatives, it is more common but now it would be shocking and terrible. Many malformations were conceived by such incest. — she closed her eyes trying to forget that thought. — I told my father, but he refused to hear me by telling him that if at that time I got married, I wanted it to be out of love, not obligation or divine whim. — she explained and the two little men jumped to the back of a sidewalk.

Jed: And you still think about that idea?  — the cowboy inquired and the beautiful Egyptian thought it a bit.

Larempteh: Seeing how I am analyzing it, I have no other way out. You will see Jed, from the moment I arrived in the world in the year 1104 BC possessed total abundance, I had everything, I was heir to the throne, a secured crown, I came to command an entire town when I was young, I reigned, I had the better comforts, in the palace where I was born they were all at my disposal and I did what I could but I never got to make my marriage and I fear that I am in a great fault with my parents for that and I would like to give them back the love they gave me. That is, seeing them happy fulfilling that dream pending that a king would take me from his hand to the altar and that tomorrow they would leave in peace knowing that a good man took care of me. But I left before them and it was tragic..

Octavio: How did you get to your bed, sovereign?

   She sighed deeply..

Larempteh: A spider stung me and I died. The years in Cambridge I could learn more about my story, Octavio. Every day I listened to the guide mention in the many tours that a daily occurrence occurred near my residence in Waset, baptized by the Greeks as Thebes..

**** Flash ****

Guide: And finally, this is the temple of Queen Larempteh and in that sarcophagus, there is the queen. And hanging on the wall behind her, her most precious possession. The Jewel of Larempteh. 24 karat gold, worth a real fortune, a lot of luxury. Any questions? — the man in a shirt and jeans with sneakers asked the group of schoolchildren, who many raised their hands eager to know more about the ruler.

— Yes, there is much speculation since its outcome itself was a complete mystery. Does anyone really know what happened to her?  — a teenage girl let go of her curiosity by holding a notebook and pencil how to take notes.

Guide: There are many theories but one is the possible causality. It is said that he died from a spider bite..

    We are within the thread of past experiences..

   It was a beautiful day in Waset, the Egyptians work on their routine tasks, the farmers reaped wheat among other rich foods, some built beautiful works, the women collected water and washed the clothes on the Nile, and young and young were running around that fertile land..

   A happy Larempteh, between smiles and laughter escaped from her friends who were running it, must be a game. The young woman suddenly tripped and rolled around being a bundle of tangled clothes, dust and laughter when she turned on her back with her legs sunk in the fresh and crystalline oasis..

—I used to hang out on the banks of the Nile where the torrid days in that place became good when fresh water flooded my feet, that relaxed me a lot, it was very exquisite, almost considered a luxury for the travelers who accessed it. That way I lost track of time sleeping among the green palm trees and reeds while the Sun was tanning my skin and listening to my friends babble remembering the above falling into a deep sleep..

   Without her noticing, a arachnid about the size of a fist of purple and black colors wandered around, perhaps searching for its prey and its target was located..

— I felt a strong pain in my right wrist that made me wake up crying, alerting the boys who called desperate to come and help me..

— Queen!

— Your Majesty! — Shouted a young woman with golden skin taking the affected wrist to the young woman when she vanished. — Help! Please help! The queen suffered an accident!

   A crowd of former members of Egyptian royalty surrounded their sovereign to help her..

— The last thing I remember is that they took me in my arms and placed me on top of a bed where the high priest examined me. — Despite being in a confused state I listened, I looked blurry and I felt forced; his voice informed my parents that only a miracle by the gods would save me, since the poison of that creature was so deadly that I could kill a person in just a matter of seconds and that total had spread through me body in less period. They couldn't do much for me, I agonized 1 day and never woke up. My whole family cried my end, my parents, my brothers and sisters, each member of our lineage carefully selected by my father and from that period 18 days of mourning and 18 days of feast in honor of me were decreed to go beyond..18 because it was the age at which I began to live with the gods..

Guide: What if she did her job well in ancient times? For some yes, for others it is debatable. But his generosity was seen out of focus in that Era. Being a young girl of only 18 years, her sudden death has been of great occultism over time. It was always known what it entailed to have the weight of a responsibility as great as it was to command an entire reign in Egypt and at that age, Larempteh was considered the only genuine threat to the nearby Empires. Although there are papyrus records from which they mark data about the event, there is still no exact information about the culprit. It is rumored that perhaps she was killed by some enemy whose nothing is known or how she achieved such evil because it is not common for the arachnid community to live in that Egyptian area.

— And it is true, I am an enigma and will continue to be for ever and ever. To date, the hypotheses are still being opened, but it was never known exactly about the one who caused my death and I don't want to find out. The first time I woke up 61 years ago, I was in gloom in a sarcophagus, wrapped in linen and bandages..

   Maybe something magical was close to her that made her relive but she didn't know what, that something that forced her to wake up from her lethargy for some reason and that why she still didn't have certain answers..

   She detailed herself sitting on her sarcophagus, she analyzed herself, she looked at how to memorize from zero..

   It was confusing at the beginning until she left her ornate coffin and walked through the great hall dimly lit by spotlights that she supposed would be her home but that minutes later she discovered her sad truth..

—That exhibition was not what was called home, but the walls recreated to my Era welcomed me and brought me closer to him. I had to conform..

    She approached the walls that with melancholy stroked the hieroglyphs, those exquisite writings that completely covered the four ends of her room, delineating some and sighing others, realizing that this idea of ​​being in her true house was very far away..

**** End of Flash ****

Larempteh: I know I lived in Waset. Born under the protection of Amun. My steps were consolidated in a beautiful, huge and colorful house surrounded by great respect for almost every Egyptian inhabitant. My death occurred in 1098 BC as it marks the exact date on my discovery plate, they watched over me in the Valley of the Queens as the protocol dictated, so I was able to collect the lessons heard. Decades passed until I was discovered and exhumed near the pyramids of Giza where they baptized the expedition with my name, in that same period they exhibited me at the University of Cambridge where I therefore spent 18 years as a historical piece of my time; since I came to New York I felt that something essential is missing from this necklace while my stay lasts in this museum and it was a little less than a month, I knew that here I came back to life thanks to Ahkmenrah's table, since he told me about her effective power and what she causes by explaining that she gives us the chance to live again no matter what our outcome has been and gives us even the opportunities to choose what we believe is right. And if so, if I could not complete subjects in life, how about.. —  and she was absent for a few seconds.

Jed: It only takes one gentleman.. — he completed with ingenuity.

Larempteh: And how it didn't happen, I guess so. Hey Jed, do you think there is any pharaoh besides Ahk in the museum?

Jed: I fear not, little one. — and in that answer, the girl showed her faint and confused grief.

Octavio: Can we help you with something, damsel?  — before that question the girl was thoughtful.

   Close to there..

Ahkmenrah: I don't know, Mr. Roosevelt.. — he looked dazed walking down the hall and looking forward keeping his head up following the man riding his Texas steed.

Teddy: If you have an Ace up your sleeve, everything is possible, boy. — he encouraged it with momentum.

Ahkmenrah: Yes, well, I, I don't know.. — his words tripped nervously.

Teddy: Stop babbling! — he ordered and the king opened his eyes in fright.  — Will you do it yes or no?! — and the boy nodded. — Young Ahkmenrah, good luck. — he said willingly continuing on his way.

   The king could hear that melodious voice coming from the exhibition of the miniatures, it was not far, so the steps that Ahkmenrah had to take were short and when he could see the girl, he kept hiding letting see his exotic profile right where a smile from trust escaped from the lips of our pharaoh..

Larempteh: Sorry guys. But in this case they can't do anything. — she said regretfully while maintaining a sweet smile.

Ahkmenrah: Larempteh.. — her voice rumbled in the room, calling the girl's attention. — I've been looking for you. — he was heading towards her while his cloak flamed thinly as he walked.

Larempteh: Well, here I am.. — she smiled and in that Jed and Octavio looked at each other with gracious complicity regarding the two young men.

Ahkmenrah: Can I talk to you? I have to tell you something.. — he detailed it carefully as if nothing else existed in the museum.

Larempteh: Sure, what happens, Ahkmenrah? — she looked at him in the same way although the young woman hid her feelings quite well, the boy did not, the boy was very obvious while the two little men covered their mouths so as not to let their laughter escape.

Ahkmenrah: I.. — he was going to talk but Jed's laugh and Octavio interrupted him. — Do you care, guys?

Jed: You should have seen your face..

Octavio: And how he looked at the damsel. — at that comment Larempteh sighed a laugh.

Ahkmenrah: Jed, Octavio, I want to be with her.. — he mentioned in a certain tone.

Jed: Of course you want to be with her.. — and upon hearing this Larempteh raised her eyebrows in surprise.

Ahkmenrah: Alone.. — the king's voice made his intention clear.

Jed: Okay, we understood, we understood.. —  and got off the bench followed by the Roman. — We'll leave the turtles alone.

   The two little men followed another path leaving the kings personal space..

Larempteh: Well, I think there will be no more interruptions. — she whispered letting out a pretty laugh and he melted every time that grimace was repeated on his face. — And, I guess what you want to tell me is important.. — she clasped her hands over her long, beautiful one-piece skirt.

Ahkmenrah: Sure. Ah, I, I brought you some gifts. — He commented and she formed a beautiful smile at the expectation.

Larempteh: Gifts? How sweet you are. — she murmured beautifully.

Ahkmenrah: Take. It's for you. — he pulled a blue lotus out of his cloak.

Larempteh: My favorite. — she sucked her scent even in Ahk's hands. That flower was preferred by the Egyptians, they regularly had one of that type that smelled with adoration. She in particular loved her.

Ahkmenrah: May I decorate your noble face, your Majesty? — he graciously addressed her by taking her cloak with one hand maneuvering a slight bow and the girl laughed at the gesture.

Larempteh: Of course, Your Highness. — she granted him the request and he politely placed the flower next to his hair, it was beautiful.

Ahkmenrah: How beautiful you look. — he took her chin as she flattered her with a velvety voice as she squinted her eyes admiring her with love, let her fingers caress that part of her face once she gave him a warm smile. — And here my second gift..

   And then he handed her sweetly a golden beetle, lapis lazuli and turquoise, the girl opened her hands receiving the second present that was worth more than a fortune..

Larempteh: Ahkmenrah, it's very beautiful but I can't accept it.. — she felt a whirlwind in her being.

   From somewhere very close to there..

Jed: What does he say?  — he wanted to know but it was impossible to hear from where they were.

Octavio: Octavio does not know how to speak Egyptian.

Jed: Come closer, Kimosabi.

Octavio: No, come closer..

Jed: No, you..

Octavio: No, I'm the oldest for two thousand years, so I order it to you..

   And returning with the two young people..

Ahkmenrah: Please, I don't accept a no as an answer. — in that he approached the girl as much as he could. He wanted to memorize every line of his body because it didn't often happen that a purity beauty adorned this earth. That flower lost prominence in the case of that Egyptian cutie, it was so perfect for its reasoning, as if the gods had carved it by hand for him.

   The girl did not imagine how great was the devotion that the boy had him..

Larempteh: For Ra! I really don't know what to say.. — due to the surprise, she brought a hand to her chest and laughed with a mixture of emotions in response to such a sweet courtship.

Ahkmenrah: I would love you to keep it.. — he joined his hands with hers to close them protecting the gift and the beautiful Egyptian detailed it, discovering the beauty of it, in every way.

Larempteh: You're cool, Ahk. I mean it. — and at that she gave him a kiss on the right cheek, the young pharaoh received his bemused gesture, so that she would then give him a tender smile and go towards the route that led to another room.

    He saw her walking with steps worthy of a true queen, elegant..

   Larempteh walked without going to a special corner in the museum, without thinking she came to the lobby where Teddy was waiting for her with a bright smile and she frowned as a sign of confusion..

Larempteh: Why so smiling, Mr. Roosevelt?  — she said finally smiling and warm.

Teddy: Oh, my girl, I'm happy for you. — he patted her shoulder.

Larempteh: Why? I haven't done anything out of the ordinary. — she waved her hand to her dress to clean an imaginary fluff.

Teddy: I ​​admire the love of youth and I can't say happy enough that I feel for you.. — he argued leaving the girl even more lost.

Larempteh: What are you saying, Teddy?

Teddy: Ahkmenrah and you. — at that moment she could hear her heart move and echoing in her ears. — At first I wasn't sure, but once I noticed the way he looks at you and his eyes shine when he mentions you, it had to be how I introduced him. He is in love with you. — and upon hearing, she formed a tender smile.

Larempteh: He's such a sweet boy. — she looked down, caressing that precious gift. — He's very special to me too. — she was very frank, her tone was pure honey when her pupils dilated in love?

Teddy: What a joy, little girl. — Mr. Roosevelt smiled brightly.

   Ahkmenrah let out a crooked sigh, he didn't look like a serious king, he looked more like a fool with a real title on his head, received with scholarships and all-inclusive, anyone who saw him would say he wasn't worthy of wearing his ornate dress and a high headdress. but who would blame him, that girl was too sublime. He stayed like that for several seconds until something took him out of focus..

   He directed his way to a sector where the voices of the little men could be heard continuing with his discussion, he stood up to interrupt everything..

Jed: No, come closer..

Octavio: Octavio orders you to be you.. — he stopped speaking when the king adjusted his voice loudly. — My Sir..

Ahkmenrah: I was listening to them from the other side.. — and smiled discovering them.

Octavio: I told you we should talk like that.. — he lowered his voice when Jed stepped on his foot. — Auch! It was not necessary.

Jed: Yes it was. It also didn't hurt. Hey, how was everything, champion? — he adjusted his hat.

Octavio: We saw that everything is growing like the Roman Empire, my Lord. —  he addressed him with respect.

Ahkmenrah: Yes, it is growing but she and I.. — he sighed with endless seconds of mystery.

Octavio: What? — he inquired with scandalous pressure.

Ahkmenrah: It's complicated to explain, Octavio. Before I died I was obliged to marry a queen if I decided to choose one to marry her and I doubt she is Larempteh, I don't know her enough to say that she is the one but that didn't serve as an excuse when the real inheritance was in danger..

Jed: So you and the girl have the same problem.  — the cowboy deduced by remembering the conversation he had with Larempteh a while ago.

Ahkmenrah: That's right, unfortunately. Only a miracle on Ra's part would relieve me. — he entrusted himself looking at the ceiling asking for a sign.

Jedd: Calm down, these things always happen. Maybe tomorrow you and the girl will be together, get married and have hundreds of little Egyptians running around the museum or in the other museum. — and Ahk laughed willingly.

Ahkmenrah: Or rather in the next life.. — he was interrupted by himself. — Wait to?

Jed: You make such a beautiful couple and you don't even know it ..

Ahkmenrah: Love? Do you think she and I..?

Jed: Even that mustache rider realized, Ahk..

Ahkmenrah: Marry Larempteh? Yes, it would be great.. — he smiled hopefully.

Jed: Or are you going to deny me that you don't make eyes at him from afar? — and Ahkmenrah swallowed thickly remembering an event about it.

**** Flash of Memories ****

    Larempteh was talking animatedly with Sacajewea in the lobby but something distracted the beautiful queen, it was Ahk leaning on the desk and making eyes with killing smiles. Ahkmenrah had his thing, despite being a sweet and attentive king, he also resorted to romance tactics when it came to young girls. The young woman's eyes came and went, without deciding who to pay attention to. He did what he could but the looks on his body were impossible to avoid, the young queen smiled shyly..

**** End of Flash ****

Octavio: You must master very well the real flirtations, my Lord. — pharaoh felt an unbearable heat rising in his face.

Jed: You already looked at her, champion! Admit it, you're dead for her.

Octavio: Besides, he has hypnotic blue eyes. — and the king strangely processed that praise. — her eyes are the color of beauty.

Ahkmenrah: You guys are weird..

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Ren Hang, Whose Photos Stirred Passion and Controversy, Dead at 29—and the 9 Other Biggest News Stories This Week

Catch up on the latest art news with our rundown of the 10 stories you need to know this week.

01  Chinese photographer Ren Hang has died at the age of 29. 

(via Time)

The self-taught artist and poet was known for his beautiful, provoking, and explicit images of the human body and its form. Making friends and even fans the subject of his work—in which nude bodies take on a statuesque and stirring presence—Hang began to take pictures in order to get away from the monotony of a university classroom. Though he amassed a beloved following during his brief career, Hang’s erotic work earned the ire of Chinese authorities, who arrested him multiple times and confiscated his work. But throughout his life, Hang continued to work in defiance of attempts to silence him. The cause of death has not been confirmed, but Hang had made his battles with cyclical depression the subject of his poetry in the past. Alexander Öberg, a longtime collaborator, told TIME that Hang was a “lovely person and an incredibly creative artist who had so much more to share with the world.”

02  Established Chelsea gallerist Andrea Rosen announced in an email Tuesday that she will no longer represent living artists and will “no longer have a typical permanent public space.” 

(Artsy)

Rosen said the transition will take place over the coming months. Her announcement was buried deep within a letter in which Rosen first explained that she would be joined by David Zwirner in co-representing Felix Gonzalez-Torres’s work, which has formed a centerpiece of her gallery’s program for decades. Rosen opened her eponymous gallery in 1990, when she was just 27, with an exhibition of Gonzalez-Torres’s work. Today, her stable also includes the rigorous, sometimes baldly political practices of biennial favorites like David Altmejd, Josephine Meckseper, Mika Rottenberg, Andrea Zittel, Ryan Trecartin, and more. Given Rosen’s lasting relationships with artists and the admiration with which her peers have viewed her approach as a gallerist, the closure of her gallery is surprising. Rosen herself noted that it’s not entirely as she would have imagined, “My wish would have been to try to incorporate the depth of my growing intentions within my current immersive and beloved structure,” she wrote.

03  A group of senators signed a letter in support of the NEA and NEH after the agencies were confirmed to be on the “hit list” of programs targeted for elimination by President Trump. 

(Artsy)

Roughly a month after reports first emerged that the National Endowment for the Arts was potentially on the chopping block, the New York Times confirmed that the NEA is almost certainly being targeted for elimination. The list of agencies considered a “misuse of taxpayer dollars” by the administration will be finalized by March 13th. In response to this news, 24 senators (all Democrats, save two Independents and two Republicans) penned a letter to President Trump affirming their support for the NEA and the role it plays in American society. “Federal support for the arts and humanities is essential to our education system, economy, and who we are as a nation,” the letter stated. “We hope you will keep this in mind as you consider proposals that support these fundamental American institutions.”

04  A drawing and a painting from Cornelius Gurlitt’s collection have been returned to the heirs of their initial Jewish owners—bringing the total number of restituted works to four. 

(via the Art Newspaper)

The German minister of culture delivered the painting, by Impressionist Camille Pissarro, to the descendants of Elsa Helen Cohen on Monday. Cohen had sold the work in 1938, using the money to flee to the United States. The second restituted work, a drawing by German realist Adolph Menzel, had been returned to the heirs of French-Jewish businessman Max Heilbronn a few days earlier. The late Gurlitt inherited nearly 1,500 artworks from his father, Hildebrand, an art dealer for the Nazi party. Kept hidden for decades, the trove was discovered by authorities in 2012 and revealed to the public the following year. Since then, a German government task force has attempted to determine ownership of the art in a process that has garnered criticism for its extended timeline. Although researchers have determined that 91 works from the collection were likely looted or sold under duress—by artists such as Chagall, Cézanne, Dürer, and Degas—as of this week, only four have been restituted.

05  Protesters gathered in MoMA’s lobby last Friday, demanding that a trustee with ties to President Trump be dismissed from the museum’s board. 

(via Hyperallergic)

Larry Fink, who sits on the museum’s board, is also CEO of BlackRock, the largest asset management corporation in the world. He has served as Trump’s economic advisor, attending a policy meeting with the president and other leading CEOs in early February. On February 17th, at the museum, protesters carried a banner that read “Resistance Against Fascism Is the Best Art”; artist Coco Fusco read a statement from arts collective Occupy Museums that detailed Fink’s affiliations with Trump and called for the museum to sever ties with him. “To advise this regime is to normalize White Supremacy,” one line read. The protest eventually moved outside to 53rd Street where statements including “MoMA Don’t Normalize Trump” were projected onto the museum’s facade. Last year, MoMA awarded Fink with the David Rockefeller Award, which recognizes an “individual from the business community who exemplifies enlightened generosity and effective advocacy of cultural and civic endeavors.” The institution has not yet issued a response to the protest.

06  A Michigan dealer of modern American art was sentenced in New York to 41 months in jail for selling forgeries. 

(via the Associated Press)

Eric Spoutz was also ordered to pay back $1.4 million in ill-gotten gains and $154,100 in restitution. Among the artists whose works he claimed to be selling were Robert Indiana, Willem de Kooning, and Joan Mitchell. In order to fool buyers into thinking that he had either purchased or inherited these works, the 33-year-old Spoutz produced fake bills of sale, receipts, and even letters from deceased attorneys and others. He also operated under assumed names, at times going by “Robert Chad Smith,” “John Goodman,” and “James Sinclair,” according to artnet News. Manhattan U.S. Attorney Preet Bharara said Spoutz “used the full palette of deception to complete his decade-long work of fraud, swindling art collectors out of more than a million dollars.” The case was investigated by the FBI’s Art Crime Team.

07  A London gallery has come under fire after displaying neo-Nazi artworks and organizing a conference of publicly racist speakers. 

(via the Guardian)

Last summer, LD50 gallery hosted a series of talks that featured white supremacist Brett Stevens and anti-immigration activist Peter Brimelow, among others. Titled “Neoreaction,” the conference was meant to establish “a dialogue between two different and contrasting ideologies,” according to gallery owner Lucia Diego. However, a recording of Brimelow’s talk revealed that most participating audience members were in favor of his views. LD50 also mounted a concurrent exhibition called “Amerika,” which displayed artworks containing Nazi and alt-right imagery and text. In response, a group calling themselves “Shut Down LD50” has written an open letter noting that the gallery “has acted as a platform for a cross-section of the most virulent advocates of contemporary extreme-right ideology.” They plan to hand out 2,000 leaflets in the area this weekend, informing the public of the gallery’s activities.

08  Andy Warhol’s death was the result of years of health problems, new findings show. 

(via the New York Times)

The pop artist’s untimely demise in 1987, at age 58, has long been attributed to a routine gallbladder operation gone wrong. Now, new research by medical historian and retired surgeon Dr. John Ryan indicates that Warhol suffered genetic gallbladder problems for almost 15 years, a condition that contributed to his rapidly declining health in the month prior to his death. It was so severe that when the artist’s surgeon operated on him in 1987, he found his gallbladder full of gangrene; the organ fell apart as he removed it. Dr. Ryan’s research further reveals that Warhol had been addicted to speed, had barely eaten in the month before his death, and was suffering the long-term effects of a gunshot wound from 1968 at the hands of an angry groupie. Following the gallbladder operation, Warhol’s heart gave up, and he suffered ventricular fibrillation hours after he appeared to be recovering from the surgery. Dr. Ryan has been researching Warhol’s death since he retired four years ago, encouraged by his brother-in-law Hal Foster, a prominent art historian who has written on Pop Art.

09  A gallery in the L.A. neighborhood of Boyle Heights has shut down, in response to long-running protests by anti-gentrification activists.

(via ArtForum)

PSSST, a non-profit arts space which opened last June, said it faced “constant attacks” from groups including Defend Boyle Heights (DBH) and Boyle Heights Alliance Against Artwashing and Displacement (BHAAAD). In one instance, protesters posted mock eviction notices on gallery doors in the area; in another, a nearby gallery was vandalized with expletive-filled graffiti referencing “white art.” As PSSST’s cofounders explained, the drawn-out controversy “made fundraising an impossibility.” PSSST was one of more than a dozen galleries that had moved into Boyle Heights during the last three years, an alarming trend for residents who feared rising property values that would eventually force them out of the area. Activists have called for all art galleries to leave the neighborhood, replaced instead by services like grocery stores or child care that would benefit locals. In a joint statement, DBH and BHAAAD called the news about PSSST’s closure a “victory” for the “296 families living in Pico Gardens, fighting against the privatization of their public housing and the thousands of Boyle Heights tenants that are struggling against harassment and rent increases.”

10  A congressman has filed a federal lawsuit contesting the removal of a high school student’s controversial painting from the walls of a Capitol Hill tunnel. 

(via the St. Louis Post-Dispatch)

The work, painted by former St. Louis high school student David Pulphus as part of the annual Congressional Art Competition, alludes to the Ferguson protests and depicts several police officers with animal heads. Originally approved for display by the Architect of the Capitol (the office in charge of the contest), the painting hung for seven months before it was taken down following disapproval by Republican congressmen. Now, Representative William Lacy Clay—a Democrat from Missouri—has sued, stating that its removal constitutes a violation of free speech. “This case is truly about something much bigger than a student’s painting,” Clay said. “It is about defending our fundamental First Amendment freedoms which are currently under assault in this country.” The outcome of the case will depend on whether or not the competition is considered a public forum, experts noted. Previous rulings have established that it is illegal for government officials to censor opinions they disagree with in the context of a public forum. The Architect of the Capitol has a week to respond to Clay’s suit; a federal hearing is expected within three weeks.

Cover image: Ren Hang, Untitled 21, 2012 courtesy of Blindspot Gallery.

from Artsy News