Ammit was pacing in front of Hook nervously. It was a habit that she hated, yet she found it a better one than biting ones nails, something that Narvi seemed to be doing more often, the action shockingly mortal. "Ammit," Narvi groaned. "Calm down. No one will know anything is wrong!"
"Says who?" she snapped. She took a deep breath and continued. "If someone finds out for one second that we are 'trying to pull a fast one' as mortals say, then we will be in so much trouble."
"Uh, first," Hook interrupted, "no one says 'trying to pull a fast one' anymore. And second, we're fine. We've been over everyone who might be attending this breakfast. They won't know anything is wrong. And I'm a good actor," he assured her. "I know how to lie."
"Oh, please," Ammit snorted. "Let us not believe that simply because you can lie to mortals, your ability to lie before some of the most powerful gods and goddesses in this realm will have the same rate of succession!" She ran her hands through her hair repeatedly.
"Look, let's not get ahead of ourselves." Narvi took her hands and pressed them against his chest. "You have to calm down," he repeated himself. "Hook will stay in the background. He won't say a word unless spoken to. He won't respond unless you give him permission. You can redirect any questions that anyone would ask. Don't be an idiot and give them reason to doubt you."
Ammit took a breath to calm down. "You are right. I am smart and in control. I do not and I will not hesitate to take Melione down. Or anyone else who will ask too many questions." She repeated this mantra to herself a few times, then smiled. "Very well. I am ready." She looked into a mirror and smoothed down the green dress with diamonds and rubies sewn into it, patted her hair down, smiled and turned around. "Now is the time to go, boys."
Narvi wrapped an arm around her and kissed her cheek. "Smart move," he grinned.
"Alright, lovebirds," Hook grumped. "Let's just go and get this over with. I'm not to keen on having to spend my nights doing this all the time."
Ammit and Narvi rolled their eyes at the same time. "We are not 'lovebirds' and if I have to remind you multiple times hourly, I will actually find a way to kill myself," Ammit swore, a teasing smile on her lips. "Or at least cut my ears off."
Hook just laughed. "Are all gods and goddesses like you so dramatic?" he asked.
"I am not being dramatic," Ammt defended hotly. "I simply do not like not knowing all the variables. And you, Hook, are a variable."
Hook raised an eyebrow. "Tell me something I don't know, lass," he rolled his eyes.
"The time," Narvi interrupted. "Now let's go to breakfast, alright?"
"Oh, wait," Hook exclaimed. "Lemme start my whole 'eternal ghost slave thing' now. You forgot a crown," he pointed out.
Ammit gasped and then hit Narvi on the arm. "You absolute mortal!" Ammit screamed. "I have to look normal, but I forget a circlet? Thank you so much, Hook." She gave him a smile, then turned back to her closet.
Narvi groaned and fell onto the bed. "This is going to take so much longer now, Hook," he moaned. "Thanks for that."
"Oh hush," Ammit flapped her hand in his direction. After a few moments of contemplation, she picked up a simple gold headband. "This will do," she decided.
After checking her hair once again, Ammit turned to the two men. "Wow, that took shorter than a millenia," Narvi teased.
"Oh, please," Ammit huffed. "That was just once." Hook made a strangled sound. "I was young and foolish," Ammit blushed. "And it was my first party as well. All these people whom I had never seen before. And let me assure you, it was well worth it."
"Let's stop yapping," Narvi intervened, "and let's go." Ammit huffed again, but took the offered arm and together they lead Hook through the halls of King Hades' palace.
When they walked into the dining room, predictably, all conversation stopped. Ammit didn't let this bother her, however, instead she just focused on getting to her place and not letting anything crack her mask. "So how is everyone?" she asked, sitting down in her chair.
"Exhausted," Anubis yawned. "I met these two chicks in Egypt last night and wow."
Ammit wrinkled her nose and shook her head. "That is disgusting," she scolded. "How can you treat women like that?"
"It's pretty easy," Anubis shrugged.
"Be careful," Melione warned, eyes glittering darkly. "Ammit's pet mortal is here. It may get it's feelings hurt."
Silence.
Ammit turned around to see Melione smirking at her and out of the corner of her eye, she saw their father watch the interaction with narrowed eyes. "What did you say?" Ammit asked dangerously.
"I said," Melione replied, "'Be careful. Ammit's pet mortal is here. It may get it's feelings hurt."
"Apologize," Ammit snarled. "Hook has done nothing to deserve that."
Melione sneered and leaned back in her seat. "He's a mortal," Melione snapped. "He deserves nothing."
Even though she knew it was ridiculous, Ammit could have sworn that Hook tensed up. "I quite disagree, Melione," Ammit shot back. "He, so far, seems to be worth very much. Even more than you, if my feelings are true."
"How dare you!" Melione hissed, leaping to her feet, chair tipping backwards. "How dare you compare me to a mortal!"
"I do dare to do so. You are acting the way a jealous mortal would. If you do not cease this behavior, then I shall continue to call you 'mortal' and names similar to that," Ammit threatened.
"Father, yo-"
"Oh, yes," Ammit rolled her eyes "Go running to Dad, simply because you are unable to handle the truth. That is a true show of maturity, sister."
"Shut up," Melione shouted. "Shut up or I will make you!"
Ammit let a smile curve her lips into something dangerous. "You will make me?" she repeated. "Oh, please do tell me how you plan on silencing me."
"I'll fight you," she snapped.
Ammit snorted. "Let us now let our tempers get in the way of our common sense, Melione," she chastised. "You and I both know that the last time you train was during the Dark Ages. The last time I trained was eight days ago. If you do insist that we fight, then I will not hesitate to make sure that you suffer." During her speech, she had gotten to her feet and started to glare at her half-sister. "And if you think I will hesitate because we are 'family' then you really do not know me, Melione."
She knew the air around her was pulsing with power and that the edges of her human form were flickering.
She took a breath to calm herself, then turned to face her father. "Dad," she started, "I think it would be better if I ate breakfast in my quarters this morning."
Without waiting for approval, she turned away from the table. "Hook," she said, careful not to give an order. Thankfully he understood and followed her through the halls, leaving the others behind them.
When they were safely in her suite again, Ammit gave Hook a nervous smile. "So, how do you think I did?" she asked.
Hook blinked. "I was honestly terrified. But I don't think that anyone suspects. Good job," he congratulated.
She beamed at him. "Thank you, Hook."