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I decided that it may be better if I just put all of my NATM one-shot's into one book (For some strange reason I thought it was a good idea to completely delete the other one...) Whoops.

Sorry guys!

This story includes OC's as well

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To Become King

Summary:

"My son, you possess the qualities and virtues of a leader; compassion, courage, and wisdom." Pharaoh Merenkahre grabbed hold of the tablet in the servants hands, "With this, I present to you, the Tablet of Ahkmenrah, may your reign as Pharaoh be kind and just, and let not the lands of Egypt plunder into chaos and darkness. You...are now Pharaoh of Egypt."

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DEDICATION

Bookworm Gal

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The face of Ra shone down upon his face as the faint laughter of children playing in the village below could be heard from the balcony of Prince Ahkmenrah's bed-chambers, listening to the sweet sound of peace and tranquility among his people.

He closed his eyes, biting back a stab of jealousy.

Is that what childhood was like if he were not the son of Pharaoh?

At only sixteen years of age, he had seen many a handful of battles in which he personally took a hand in acclaiming victory against the enemies who threaten war with Egypt.

He sighed, eyes watering in sadness, the healers had said that his father would be claimed by the Gods when Ra's face shines down upon his people and he would be Pharaoh.

He hoped that he would be half the King as Pharaoh Merenkahre had done, his mother was proud and knew that he had the heart of great leader and the strength of a warrior.

She knew that he would do well.

His thoughts turned to his brother, where father was now on his way to the afterlife, what was to say that Kahmunrah wouldn't try everything within his power to take the throne away from him?

Afterall he was the one who was supposed to be Pharaoh, not he.

Yet, their parents had given him, the youngest son, the throne instead.

The violent rages from Kahmunrah became dangerous for everyone in the palace.

He swallowed the lump that formed in his throat, and turned as a knock on the door pulled him from his thoughts, a young servant girl bowed her eyes were cast down to the floor, in fear that she may anger him.

"Rise."

At the command she rose to her feat, her eyes never raising. "Your mother, Queen Shepseheret has requested that I attend to your bath and dress you for the coronation this evening, my Pharaoh."

A stab of pain hit him square in the chest and he sighed, moving towards a wardrobe, picking out his favourite, ceremonial garb that was given to him by his uncle. "I am not Pharaoh, yet. You will refer to me as Ahkmenrah or Prince until the time my father passes his title unto me, is that understood?"

"Yes," She bowed her head, "My Prince."

"Good. Now, I wish to be alone, I will summon you when you are needed to finish your duties."

"Y-your bath-"

Ahkmenrah cut her off, "I am capable of performing such tasks, you are dismissed for now."

She nodded, not knowing what to say, feeling guilty that he had to do such tasks himself, when it was her job to make sure he was comfortable at all times.

Ahkmenrah watched as she exited his chamber as he grabbed the supplies she left behind and made it way to the conjoined bathing area of his chambers, the pail in which held the steaming water had been mixed with various fragrances that raised his spirits, merely a little and he couldn't help but smile. Taking the cloth and dunking it into the water he sighed with content as the warm liquid streamed down his skin, relieving sore muscles as he washed himself off.

After he was done, he wrapped a robe around him and called to one of the guards to bring back the young girl. He didn't have to wait long as she was soon back in his chambers, neither of them speaking as she worked on making sure his garb was up to standard, and his make-up up to par for the night's festivities.

As everything was completed the girl quietly dismissed herself leaving Ahkmenrah to his thoughts once again as he turned and walked to the balcony again, leaning against one of the pillars, watching the people going about their business, readying themselves for their own celebrations for their new King.

A knock on the door, followed by footsteps entering into the chambers causing him to turn around, seeing his mother coming in, a smile on her face. She held her arms open, as she summoned him to her, "My child, you are late for your own coronation ceremony."

"I do not wish to attend."

Shepseheret sighed, a small and sad smile gracing her lips as she placed a kiss onto her son's brows. "Your father and I have both mentioned it, plenty of times, as your time approaches steadily fast to become the new Pharaoh of these lands, we know that you will bring prosperity to Egypt. Your father and I are proud."

"Thank you mother."

"Come," She gestured for the door, "Everyone is gathered in the throne room, as your father wishes to speak with you and give you something before your coronation."

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Everyone was quiet, nothing was heard, not even a breath upon entering the throne room, Ahkmenrah swallowed a lump that made itself painfully aware in his throat as he peered up at the Pharaoh, his skin holding a thin sheen of sweat, his eyes were dull, and his breathing was coming out in snagged breaths.

Pharaoh Merenkahre would not last longer with his current condition becoming worse.

He went to one knee, bowing his head in respect as his father gestured to the guards to help him stand, guiding him down the stone steps, stepping only a few inches away from his son. He brought in a staggering breath as his eyes filled with tears, placing a hand gently upon his son's shoulder.

Ahkmenrah glanced up from the floor in time to see Merenkahre give him a small smile, turning to one of the male servants who held something in his hands before turning back to his youngest, taking a deep, shaky breath as he spoke. "My son, I know that once that I am gone from this world that you shall make a great Pharaoh, descendant of the Sun God Ra. You may not have been the first born, but thus far, you have shown courage, wisdom, and compassion; the qualities of a leader, you will ensure that my legacy as Pharaoh will not be plundered into the chaos and darkness that your brother wishes upon the lands of Egypt." He grabbed hold of the golden tablet that was in a servant's hand. "With this, I present to you, the Tablet of Ahkmenrah."

With shaky hands Ahkmenrah took the tablet from his father as he stood up, tears welled in his eyes but he refused to let fall, his voice soft as he spoke. "Father..."

"Ahkmenrah, you are now Pharaoh of Egypt."

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