A/N: haha! I don't want to keep y'all waiting...here's the next chappie! enjoy...xD

The Pharaoh's Daughter

Chapter Two

"Your Highness, 'tis late and bandits roam the fields. It's dangerous to leave the palace..." advised a guard as Oliver headed to his beloved garden.

The princess stroked his arm in reproach. "I cannot sleep in the strict confines of my room." he replied sweetly. "The arrival of Jo—the Thief King and his fellows two days ago has distressed me so. I seek the company of solitude so I may reflect..." Oliver's delicate touch moved from the guard's arm to his chest to his stomach. "I may appoint you head-guard if you let me off just this once..."

Tempted by the offer and drunk with the princess's feel-ski, he let him pass without another word.

The grass-haired teen ran through his garden, past the palm trees and out the palace bounds. He slowed down as he approached the tombs, searching for the person he was looking for.

"Good evening Princess..."

Oliver wheeled around. "Johnny!"

The thief smirked. "You forgot something..." he held up the rose in front of his face.

"You seem to be obsessed with lost or forgotten stuff..." the princess remarked lightly, not taking to flower and simply smiling.

"It's required in my profession." Johnny said, playing with the plant's petals. "You've made a very odd choice..." he added and fixed him with a dark stare.

The green-haired boy raised an eyebrow. "You don't like my choice?" he asked, smile growing.

The redhead shrugged. "I only said it was odd. I didn't say it was bad." by reflex, he smiled too (it was contagious). "Oh...your flower..."

"It's yours..."

"Hn."

The pair walked around the tombs in silence. Princess Oli respected Johnny's reserved manner and waited till the Thief King was comfortable to speak.

"Did you want me to come so we could just walk around all night?" came the redhead's curt question.

Oliver giggled. "No..." He paused for a moment before addressing their silent, mutual agreement. "Y'know I've been meaning to ask you why you took me on your horse instead of slay me or what not that afternoon you raided mama's tomb."

The princess knew that the tomb robber knew he had feelings for him. He wanted to know if the redhead felt the same. (vain thing, Oliver...)

"Did you want to get slayed?"

"No..."

Johnny stopped walking and looked at him. "That's it?"

"It's a start..."

The redhead nodded. "Well...first of all, we're tomb robbers, not murderers. We only find the need for manslaughter when there's a good reason or when it's inevitable. Second, I'm not after the throne...Tal', the boys and I steal to survive. Through the years we've earned a reputation."

From the bitterness in his voice and the turmoil in his eyes, Oliver saw a life filled with tragedy.

"As for you..." Johnny continued. "After you ordered the servants to rush your brother in...you were just standing there...I..." he looked away and was surprised that he found himself unable to continue.

"You are aware that I didn't leave that rose with you by accident..." Oliver told his softly, caressing Johnny's cheek, making him look at him.

"I figured as much..." the tomb robber smiled and took the green-haired teen's hand.

They walked on some more, this time exchanging stories, laughing and actually enjoying their time together.

Johnny amusedly watched Oliver roll on the sand laughing at the very corny joke the redhead cracked. Delicate rays of new sunlight struck his face and Oli stopped abruptly, hiccuping and rising to his feet.

"What?" Johnny asked him, following his gaze and seeing the sun a bit over the horizon.

"Oh my Ra!" Oliver exclaimed. "I didn't keep track of time! I...!"

The princess's ramblings were stifled by a soft sweet kiss.

Lavender eyes widened they pulled apart. He uttered Johnny's name in surprise.

"Tonight again my Princess..." was all the red-haired Thief King said before disappearing among the tombs.

Both partied couldn't wait till then...

TBC

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