She was sleeping soundly in the large bed now shared between her and Ahkmenrah. It had been quite a while since their wedding and neither of them could be happier, he woke up first that morning, turning his head to see Nefertari still dreaming away.

He loved to wake up before she did, just to lay there and wait for her to open her eyes. She'd stir and her eyes would flutter open as she flicked her tongue over her lips before smiling when she found her husband staring at her; It was how their mornings usually went. Though it wasn't as if he always woke up before she did, sometimes she would be the first to open her eyes to the hot sun seeping through the thin sheets that were their curtains.

The bed, to Nefertari's standards, was not small enough. Though she could just scoot closer to her husband, she rather the bed be small, so that neither of them rolled away during the nights. She always found herself waking up to him with her back turned, and she always turned over to lay her head on his chest until he woke up himself.

And like she always did, she turned her back to him, causing him to chuckle slightly and slide an arm over her waist to pull her back over. There's something oddly satisfying about being married to your best friend, seeing them as a lover but also the same person you've been incredibly mischievous with. Even after they had gotten married, it didn't seem weird to see her so bare, it didn't seem anything but...normal and comfortable.

Ahkmenrah slightly wondered if this was what it was like to be with someone meant for you. To be with someone whose soul was on the same wavelength. The thin covers had been kicked off at sometime during the night, something Nefertari always seemed to do.

She was wearing the normal silk night dress she always wore, she liked the way the fabric felt against her skin and he wouldn't admit that he liked it too. for a moment, she stirred into his chest, Ahkmenrah thought she was about to wake up but was wrong, she stopped stirring and simply slept away.

Though they had been married for quite some time now, the excited feeling he got still hadn't faded away. Every morning, every night and even during the day, he loved to just look at his wife and just mumble to himself...

'My wife'

He loved her and that was evident, she loved him and that also painfully evident. On the first few days after their wedding, Nefertari had been a bit shy when it came to changing her clothes in front of her husband. Though it was always silly since he had seen her in less clothing on the actual day of their wedding. Any qualms they had about marrying, had now been abolished.

Neither of them had a care in the world behind closed doors. Outside their bedroom, they were the prince and princess but inside, they were simply best friends and lovers. No formal titles and no worries about any formal affairs.

At times, being a prince weighed heavily on his shoulders, always having to uphold a certain image around the people. But Nefertari would soften the load considerably, she was so unbelievably perfect in his eyes; so unbelievably beautiful.

He told her all the time of course, Life was such a fleeting thing and was often very unfair. So he wasn't going to leave her without a moment where she didn't think she was beautiful. He wasn't going to let her have doubts on if he truly loved her or not.

Moments like this were the most precious to him. Where she was completely still so he could memorize her features over and over again, she didn't have to be smiling or laughing but he loved to see those too.

Kahmunrah's looks didn't go unnoticed by Ahkmenrah. His older brother had always been overlooked and jealous of how their parents favoured him. Kahmunrah would always stare at Nefertari with eyes that held no innocence, that much was obvious. But whether Kahmunrah wanted to kill Nefertari or ...do other things to her, was still a mystery to Ahkmenrah.

A mystery he did not want to figure out. Ahkmenrah had never let his wife out of his sight, and though this had led to more than one argument, Nefertari always stayed within range of his sight. He hated to argue with her, it was a normal thing to argue with someone, but he hated to do it with Nefertari.

They had never argued before they were married, and afterwards, the arguments just started happening. Neither would stay angry with each other for more than an hour but he still hated it.

But...saying that, he still couldn't help but think she was just as beautiful when she was angry. A certain fire was always burning in her eyes whenever they argued, and he loved it, hated to argue but loved to see her angry.

It was rather contradicting.

and his attraction to her angry side was more than obvious to her. She was see it the moment she raised her voice, the look in his eyes when they argued wasn't angry so much as it was loving.

Yes, it wasn't an anger free marriage,then again, what marriage was?. But it was a happy one. Despite the anger they may have with each other sometimes, It didn't put a hold on how much they loved each other.

It was a marriage, they were sure, would last a lifetime.

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But then again, Not everyone gets a happy ending...

Not when Jealous brothers enter the mix.

So i know this is a little short, and might not be the best chapter. But i did just come home from my friends and have already been feeling more depressed.

Being away from my little sister was a breath of fresh air and i wish i could have stayed away longer (which i might do next month) I tried to write over the time i was away and didn't get much but a few little sentences in.

I was going to write more but then i was introduced to League of Legends and I'm kinda obsessed XD. I'm thinking that i will only update on one day of the week now. Which may be saturdays. Cause there are no worries on a saturday right? am i right? XD

I still wanted to drag these chapters out a bit but my others stories need writing too. Im not going to rush this but i want to finish it so i can focus on either my legolas story or my castiel one. Im leaning more towards Castiel, but then i also have My Gaara story on quotev to write and those chapters are getting harder to write as i venture more and more into the fourth great shinobi war.

Legolas has not been a big importance for me lately, not as much as Castiel and Gaara. and i'm still running off my Captain America and The Evil within obsession, even while completing this chapter. I know i might not be the best writer when it comes to updating, or even writing, spelling and punctuation but i do try my hardest and i thank you for staying with this story as long as have.

The next chapter is obviously present day, and will most likely be updated on saturday next week. =)