It had only been a couple of weeks since they had left and Ahkmenrah felt a deep sense of emptiness that continued to tear at his heart. He missed them desperately but no amount of wishing could bring him back.

In the nights since their departure, Ahkmenrah wandered and explored the many halls and rooms of his new home. There were many new faces and few familiar ones that all looked on him with interest and seemed rather perplexed over their and his existences. Perhaps, over time Ahkmenrah would make new friends and have new adventures.

The one thing that comforted him (rather oddly one might add due to their first meeting) was Lancelot. Ahkmenrah repeatedly gave him the cold shoulder and tried to give the impression that he despised the knight, but every time their eyes met, Ahkmenrah could feel Lancelot's piercing ice-blue eyes peering into his soul. Could Lancelot read his mind? Ahkmenrah hoped not.

At the moment, at least, Lancelot was too busy to read minds as he was playing with Trixie the Triceratops. Ahkmenrah smiled as he watched the pair play from a distance. He hid from Lancelot's view behind a rather large vase because gods forbid he would let Lancelot know that he was in any way interested in friendship...or perhaps something more? No! Ahkmenrah almost shouted, nearly alerting Lancelot and Trixie of his presence. He did, however, accidentally hit the vase he was hiding behind and Lancelot heard.

"Did you hear that, Trixie?" Lancelot paused and looked around, an eyebrow raised in speculation.

Trixie just shook her giant skull with a heavy rattle and nearly pounced on Lancelot who managed to jump out of the way just before she crushed him.

"Gentle, Trixie," Lancelot said gently and smiled like a parent correcting a small child. "Let's not maim museum exhibits."

Time for me to go… Ahkmenrah started to back out of the room. He quietly snuck through one of the hallways leading back to the Egyptian Wing.

"HEY!"

Suddenly, Ahkmenrah was knocked down and pinned under a heavy metal suit of armor. Lancelot's blue eyes were inches away from his and Ahkmenrah gulped both from nervousness and the air being knocked out of his body.

"Why are you following me? Are you trying to kill me?" Lancelot sound and looked angry but his eyes twinkled playfully.

"N-n-no," Ahkmenrah stuttered.

"Then why do I keep catching watching me and then running away? Scared, small king?"

Ahkmenrah regained some of his composure and croaked angrily, "Get off me! I'm not small and I'm a Pharaoh, not some foot soldier!" Ahkmenrah attempted to push Lancelot away.

"I assure you that I am no foot soldier either; I'm a knight of the round table." Lancelot smiled and remained unmoved. Suddenly, he sighed and began to stand up, pulling Ahkmenrah up with him. "I suppose I should escort you home since you don't seem to know much in the way of self-defense. Something or someone might sneak up and hurt or kill you while you arrogantly walk about this place."

Ahkmenrah rolled his eyes and slipped out of Lancelot's grasp. "Yeah, no thanks. I can take care of myself. Bye!"

He continued through the hallway, but Lancelot refused to leave his side.

"I'm not leaving you, small one," Lancelot laughed. "I'm afraid you're stuck with me until someone else can protect you better than me."

Ahkmenrah didn't respond or attempt to chase him away, but kept a face of kingly sternness although he struggled to calm the butterflies in his stomach as they walked side by side through the halls.