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EgyptianAngel: Hey, it's all good! No worries and thank you for the reviews! There will be tension and sarcasm in later chapters as the story progresses. And yes, Kahmunrah and his famous lisp ;) let's hope I didn't cross the line on that one. I hope you enjoy this chapter :D

Popcorn: Hey! Thanks for the review! To answer your questions yes, Neferet will be at the Smithsonian along with Kahmunrah (his wax figure, since I am going to go by the movie plot) and there might be a bit of romance in later chapters. I just don't want to rush it since its been a couple of hours since she has met the royal family. I hope you enjoy the chapter :D

Ancient Egypt 1991 B.C.

Neferet mentally kicked herself as she stood face to face with Ahkmenrah and his father. I am in trouble now, way to go she congratulated herself when she noticed the grim features on King Merenkahre's face. Before his father had the chance to say anything, Ahkmenrah grabbed Neferet by the arm and was about to escort her out of the room until his father's voice said, "stop." The two of them halted in their footsteps and turned around to look at him.

Ahkmenrah sensed that Neferet had the chance to come and snoop around when he and his father were not in the room, but he hoped that she did not hear anything that she was not supposed to hear. Just then, he felt his father's hand upon his shoulder as he turned and looked over at him. "I believe it is best that you consult this with her. You know what I told you," his father whispered to him. He looked over at Neferet and gave her a small smile before walking out of the room, shutting the door, and leaving them there.

Neferet was relieved that the king had not frowned down upon her when he left. However, she did feel a bit uneasy being with Ahkmenrah considering the circumstances.

Ahkmenrah cleared this throat, stalling for time to figure out what he had to say to her. He was a bit confused as to why she would check what he was doing in such a cunning manner. Could it be because she thought she couldn't trust him in waling through he halls alone? Indeed there were other women in the kingdom but he was not that kind of man to cheat on his bride. He was not angry nor upset but he just wanted to make it clear to her. "Did you hear the conversation with my father?" he finally broke the silence between them.

Neferet's first reaction was to shake her head 'no' but what was the point in that? Their relationship should not be based on lies. "I did," she answered him.

"What did you hear?" Ahkmenrah approached her until he was close enough to look at her in the eyes. He was slightly taller than her and that made her look down at her hands.

"Only that I heard your father telling you that I should not have any knowledge about what you had in your hands," Neferet answered and she looked up at him, "I don't understand Ahkmenrah. Does your family not trust me to keep such a secret?"

"No," Ahkmenrah immediately answered and grabbed her hands in his, "no, that is not the problem. If they did, they would not have picked such a lovely girl to be my future wife," he told her and he was glad to see a small smile lingering upon her lips. "Here's the issue of what he told me."

"Wait a second," Neferet interrupted him before he continued, "do you think it is wise to tell me?"

"Why not?" Ahkmenrah asked her, "I trust you and I know well enough that this conversation will be just between us." He held out his hand in front of her and she placed hers on top of his. He squeezed her hand and led her to the top of the two thrones where he and his father just sat. Neferet took the liberty sitting on the right throne while the sat on the left.

Neferet placed her elbows on the golden arms on the throne and placed her hands on her cheeks. "So tell me," she said as Ahkmenrah looked at her, "what are the secrets to this golden tablet that you had in your hands?"

"I don't know any secrets," Ahkmenrah simply told her which caused her to hit her forehead with her hand. She looked at him with a flustered look, "what?" he innocently asked her.

"You mean to tell me that you know nothing? Your father did not tell you anything!" she exclaimed.

"If he did, I would have told you by now," Ahkmenrah told her. "There are some things that father is very secretive about. All he told me was how the tablet was made but other than that, the reason behind it and what its purpose is, I do not know of."

Neferet took those words in consideration and nodded her head. Perhaps this tablet was a gift that it was to be bestowed upon Ahkmenrah and her when they became the pharaoh and queen of Egypt. Maybe then they could discover the potential that this tablet had.

"I told you what he didn't tell me," Ahkmenrah broke her from her thoughts, "therefore I know nothing about the tablet. I don't even know what is so special about it either. All he told me was to guard it with my life and I have to go by my father's word," he said but he could sense that she did not believe him at all, "you believe me right?" he asked her.

All Neferet wanted to do was to end this conversation. There clearly was no point in continuing it if he was not going to tell her anything. "I do," she said assuring him with a nod of her head.

Ahkmenrah leaned against the throne and let out a sigh, "good," he spoke after the air escaped his lungs. Neferet leaned against her throne too and looked up at the ceiling of the room that was decorated in gold and many hieroglyphics. "Sometimes I wonder," Ahkmenrah's voice broke her out of her thoughts.

"About what?" Neferet asked and turned her head to look at him.

"Why I was chosen to be the pharaoh," he told her, "usually it is the custom that the oldest one is the next in line. Are you the oldest in your family?" he asked her.

"I am the only daughter," Neferet said. "I was born and mother passed a couple of years later."

"I am sorry," Ahkmenrah said with sympathy, "my mother was almost near her death when she gave birth to my older brother. It's what I heard from the servants when they tended her during that time. They tend to gossip a lot."

Neferet laughed. "All servants do." She thought that it was nice for the two of them to be alone in the room with no servants, no disruptions, and better yet no parents to look over them. "Getting back on topic," she said, "maybe there was a good reason why you were chosen. I should not be the one to judge but maybe you are more mature and understand about what the people of Egypt want let alone how they should be treated."

"It has been exhausting," he told her. "My tutors taught me for hours and after I was finished with them, I spent the whole day following in my father's footsteps to learn the importance of being a pharaoh and every single factor that came along with it."

"So you are feeling nervous?" Neferet said.

"A little bit," Ahkmenrah looked down at his hands.

"And I feel nervous about becoming a queen," Neferet told him. "I did not have my mother to show me the way but I was tutored too to learn about how to become a good queen and how I should be there by my husband's side. So you have nothing to fear," she told him a smile, "we have been taught all our lives and we can do it."

"I sure hope so," Ahkmenrah said.

"Not hope, but will," Neferet corrected him, "I did not come all the way to be married to a hesitant future pharaoh now did I?"

"Hey," Ahkmenrah said as if he was offended by her words causing the both of them to erupt into a fit of laughter. After they gathered themselves from their laughs, Ahkmenrah looked at her once more and said, "I am very glad that I met you."

"As am I," Neferet told him and they rejoiced their hands once more.