A/N: Hello Everyone! This is my first real fan fiction! It involves a young Atem and my own OC! Thanks for reading I hope you enjoy it! Please read and give me some helpful comments, I need it!
Many tales have been told of Ancient Egypt, but none quite like this one. This story entails the ventures of love, and how it can be found in even the very most unlikely of places. For one young prince, future pharaoh and king of the whole land of Egypt, love was almost the farthest thing from his mind. However, for one young servant girl, all she could think of was the wondrous charm of love and the warmth it could bring.
Ancient Egypt was, of course, the grandest of all ancient empires. Illustrious temples of the gods, huge statues, obelisks and other amazing architectures covered the Nile-fueled civilization, but none surpassed the beauty and pride of the main palace of the king. There was always something going on at the palace, where only the highest of ranking lords and officials were buzzing about. To keep such a mass of events running smoothly to the content of those peoples, there were several servants and slaves. All were owned by the palace and would be used for whatever anyone there so asked of them.
One such servant was a girl named Tahirah. She was very pretty, even at her young age of twelve. With her long flow of chocolate brown hair and dazzling, deep blue eyes, she always stole a lot of attention wherever she served. Attention. Something useless unless there were real feelings behind it. Tahirah had spent most of her life in the palace. She was left there as small child. Whether her parents died or merely gave her away to the palace because they could no longer keep her, nobody knew. Tahirah never seemed to mind serving in the palace, even though it often grew hard on her. At least she had a place to stay and things to do.
Tahirah's favorite job was to help out in the Royal Hall, where all palace business was conducted. She loved hearing about the country and the people, but what she loved the most was seeing the Royal Family. It was an honor, for certain, to even see them, but they often needed a small servant like her during the sometimes long sessions. Of course, there was the Pharaoh. How mighty and glorious he looked upon his throne. And why shouldn't he? They said that the Pharaoh was a god himself. He was powerful, yes, but he also appeared to be kind. Even troubled whenever anything was threatening his people.
Always right beside the Pharaoh, was his son. His son had strange, tri-colored hair that always stuck up, no matter what he did. He also had his father's deep violet eyes, and he was also very handsome for his age. The young prince always seemed alert. A born leader. He had already proven his skill and his intellect a force to be reckoned with. This is who she admired the most. She constantly found herself merely watching him. It at least gave her something to look forward to. She often wondered what it must be like to speak with him, but she would quickly shake the thought from her head. How could she ever do that, anyhow? Besides, she was content. At least, she thought she was.