I don't own Night at the Museum

Hey everybody! So I recently saw 'Night at the Museum: Battle of the Smithsonian' and truth be told, I honestly adored Hank Azaria and his portrayal of Kahmunrah. "DON'T CROTH THITH LINE!...IF YOU THPEAK AGAIN, IF YOU THPEAK AGAIN...!...OH MY GOD I CAN'T BELIEVE IT YOU REACHED FOR THE TABLET AND YOU THPOKE...!" That man is a genius! Oh and let's not forget Ben Stiller and Robin Williams himself (may he rest in peace). Anyway, this is my first NATM fanfic and I hope you guys like it.

Also I don't know how old Ahkmenrah was in the movie, I tried to find it but I got nothing, so I just put an age to what I think he was. I think I'm wrong but, oh well.

P.S. If I am off by historical facts or characters please let me know, I love getting reviews and constructive criticism

Her delicate hands slowly curled into fists as she stood in front of her parents. Jaw tightening, she tried to control all of the anger that was building up inside of her. "Neferet," she looked up at the Egyptian pharaoh, also her father and gave her a serious look. "Did you not comprehend what I said?"

Neferet raised her chin and inch in the air and looked at her father. "Yes father," she answered him, then swallowed before she continued. "An arranged marriage."

Her father stood up from his throne and slowly made his way towards her daughter. He placed his hand on the back of her head and planted a kiss onto her forehead. Her daughter was twenty years old and he felt that she should have been married a long time ago. He remembered the times that they had bought various princes into the castle and she had rejected each and every single one of them. Now it was up to him to arrange a marriage and this time, he felt that he had chosen the correct prince for her.

Once he pulled his lips away from her forehead, Neferet smiled at her father. "I will be in my chamber," she said, not even curious to ask who her future husband was. Once she arrived into her chamber, she dismissed her servants, wishing to be alone in her thoughts. Why would her father do something like this to her? Ever since her mother's passing, he had wanted to give her hand in marriage to an Egyptian prince. Then again, her father was not in his best health but she wished that he saw that she had potential in ruling a kingdom.

Suddenly, something soft rubbed against her legs and she looked to the ground. A gray Egyptian Mau with black markings purred against her legs and then hopped onto her lap. Neferet picked up her cat and looked at it right in the eyes. "You are lucky to be a cat and not an Egyptian princess like me," she spoke as if the cat had the ability to understand her.

The cat's response was only a tilt of the head revealing a golden statue across the room. Neferet smiled as she placed her cat to the ground and approached the statue. She slowly sank to her knees as she sent a silent prayer to the Goddess Bast, to give her strength and power to get through this arranged marriage, to make her different life the best as she possibly could.

Her prayer was answered by her pet cat rubbing its head against her. She took it as a sign that the Goddess was willing to watch over her and with that, she felt a little protection. Giving the Goddess Bast a silent thank you, she placed her hand upon the cat's head and scratched it. This silent moment did not last long as one of the servants opened the door to her chambers and called her.

"Your Highness," the servant walked in and looked at Neferet, who avoided looking at her. "The pharaoh has asked for you."

"Wish me luck," Neferet kissed her cat and got up to her feet. She walked past the servant and to the throne room where her father sat. Neferet noticed that he was reading a message that was written on papyrus and it made her curious to know what the contents of the message were. "Yes father?" she said and he looked up at her.

The pharaoh stood up from his throne and walked over to his daughter once more. In a hushed voice, he spoke to her. "I just received a message from King Merenkahre."

Another jolt of anger rose inside of her but she tried her best to console it. So he wrote to another pharaoh about arranging a marriage with his son without consulting with me first? This was not typical of her father to do such a thing. "Yes?" she motioned for him to continue, hoping that King Merenkahre had rejected about this arranged marriage.

However, her father's delighted smile said otherwise, much to her disappointment. "He would be honored to have his youngest son married with you."

"Youngest son?" Neferet almost raised a dark eyebrow at her father.

"Yes he has two sons but the youngest one has the ability to inherit the throne," her father explained to her. Neferet was confused about this. Wasn't the oldest son supposed to inherit the throne first and if something were to happen to the oldest, wouldn't the next one in line inherit it?

"How old is the son?" Neferet asked.

"About eighteen years of age," her father answered.

Neferet was about to hit her head with her hand. Eighteen?! "Are you serious father?" her voice rose as she spoke, "eighteen? He's too young for me!"

"Neferet please," her father softly spoke but she interrupted him.

"No, no, how can you do this to me?" she frantically yelled and placed her hands on her head. "He's too young for me! Two years of age, I cannot have a husband who is younger than me. I cannot...no, I will not do this!"

"That's enough!" her father snapped and she looked at him in surprise. He had never looked so angry with her before. "I did this for you!" he pointed his index finger at her and she swore that she saw it shook. "If it wasn't for King Merenkahre to offer you his son, I don't know what I would have done. I don't know how much life I have in me left, but I want someone to take care of you when I am gone, and I am glad to see how much you are appreciating my efforts to do what is best for you."

Neferet suddenly felt tears welling up into her eyes. She quickly batted her eyes to keep the tears from spilling. She knew about her father's deteriorating health but she always assumed that he was only forcing her to marry just to give her away, not because he was doing what was best for her.

Angry, her father turned his back to her and placed his hands on the table that stood next to him, "tomorrow," he hoarsely said, "we will go to King Merenkahre and you will meet his son and be married to him. You may go now."

Taking a deep breath, Neferet turned her back on her father and walked out of the throne room. She walked past the hallways and the servants until she walked into the room, closed the door, and weeped in silence.