A/N: yahoo! exams are finally over! …so here's y'all's next chappie… enjoy!xD
The Pharaoh's Daughter
Chapter Four
Princess Oli had her arms around her dear beloved brother Enrique as he was being prepared for his coronation.
Tears smudged the henna paint as the very young blonde saw his poor father be wheeled into his room on a specially made rolling bed. During the course of three years, Pharaoh Robert's condition worsened. His heir was only thirteen yet he was paralyzed from the neck downward, inabling him to continue his rule even if his age permitted him. It made it impossible for the Pharaoh to move and do things on his own. If there was anything Robert hated more, it was being fussed over.
"Father…I cannot do this…" the young boy pleaded. His sister's hug on him tightened.
Pharaoh Robert smiled. "My son, I cannot rule. It is either I shall die very soon or continue to exists…as a burden to you all."
"Oh Papa! Don't say that!" Oliver said scandalized.
"My darling daughter…" the purple-haired man began, smiling weakly as his son blushed. "Take care of your brother, keep each other safe…"
Oliver felt a pang of guilt.
"Go face your people…" the old king said. "…Pharaoh Enrique…"
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The young boy was overwhelmed at the multitude of the crowds that bowed low as he stepped out onto the balcony. Princess Oli stood behind him so that he could catch him lest he faint from shock.
When Enrique didn't move, Oliver prodded him lightly on the back. "Enri love, move…"
The blonde pulled himself together and took a deep breath. He smiled a bit nervously at his sister before addressing the crowd as Pharaoh. The greenette searched the audience for five familiar faces. His heart skipped a beat when he saw Johnny's unmistakable hair camouflaged among the people.
That afternoon, Enrique noted with some sadness the quietness of his sister. The young pharaoh moved away form the crowd of nobles that had come to the palace to celebrate the coronation. He appealed to his sister, who acted indifferent to the enjoyment.
"Sister?" Enrique asked timidly. "Is everything all right?"
""What?' Oliver blinked. "I…I was just thinking of papa…that's all…"
The two brothers stared at the closed door obscured by plants. In that lonely chamber was where their father was confined in.
-THAT NIGHT-
"Here's my proposal…" Johnny told Oliver as they sat by the edge of the cliff overlooking the spot where the Pyramids of Giza were yet to be erected, quite far from the group's familiar campsite.
The lime-haired boy stared at the very same rose he had given his lover on the day they met. Johnny always kept it with him. Talk about sentimental value…Then he stole a glance at the dying sun. He knew very well what was coming next. "What?" he asked softly.
"We…" the tomb robber sighed. "…have to stop this…" Deep sea-violet eyes looked up at dull lavender for a reaction. When he got none, he continued. "It's going to be hard for us to keep seeing each other now that your brother is Pharaoh."
The princess nodded solemnly, waiting for the blow.
"I'm going away…" Johnny said.
That hit him. "To where?" the younger teen asked frenziedly.
"Far…far away from here…" he quietly replied. "So that you would no longer be in danger with me…"
Crystalline tears rolled down creamy cheeks.
"It's for the best…" Johnny continued his monologue, wiping the tears from Oliver's cheeks with his thumb. "G-go back to the palace and end their suspicions."
The redhead hesitated before saying, "I…I'd give up not seeing you, ever again…for your safety…"
His silent listener all of a sudden hugged him. Deep blue violet eyes widened for a moment before closing as he returned Oliver's hug with equal ferocity.
"Go love…" Johnny said thickly as they pulled away. Oliver's body shook with the force of his sobs.
They stood up and the Thief King painfully turned to leave when the princess tugged on his hand, pulling him into one last kiss.
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"He…He's gone…" Oliver said softly when he returned to Tala and the others who were waiting at the campfire.
"Would you like an escort back to the palace?" Michael asked kindly.
The green-haired boy shook his head. "I'm not going back, ever…whether Johnny likes it or not. He should very well know that I can't go back to the life I had before I met him…I shall run away…"
The redheads looked at one another.
"Okay, time for plan B…" Raul said simply.
"Plan B?" Oliver asked. Tala nodded.
"We leave tonight, Princess…" he said. "No need to get stuff packed. You'll be provided for at the place where we're going…"
Brooklyn rounded up their horses and wrapped up camp. Then the troop set out on the moonlit desert. The princess did not once look back.
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"JULIA!"
The small party came to a charming village located far from the outskirts of the city. Momentary ruckus was heard within the petite stone house that they headed for.
"Ra damnnit! Who on earth is crazy enough to…" more Egyptian profanity followed before a young mocha-haired girl about the age of Raul appeared at the doorway.
"Raul…" she said surprised. Julia certainly wasn't expecting her younger twin.
"Hello." Brooklyn, Tala and Michael chorused, appearing behind the youngest redhead.
Emerald eyes widened as Julia was even more surprised. "Hey…it's you guys…I…I haven't seen you guys for…what? Five years? How's life?" she asked, hospitality settling in. "Come in…"
Tala hesitated. " Hey Julie, wait…we're on a special assignment."
The maiden turned around. "Oh?" she raised a mocha-colored eyebrow. "How long will this be?"
Brooklyn shrugged. "Probably that last assignment we'll undertake."
"What?" she surveyed the redheads filing in her little house. "Where's Johnny?" Julia added when she noticed he wasn't there.
"Long story…" Michael said. "But right now we need your house Julia, we may be attracting attention."
"To what?" she asked, bewildered.
"The Pharaoh's daughter…" Tala whispered as he held out his hand to help a cloaked figure descend the horse.
"Good evening." Oliver greeted Julia politely. The mocha-haired girl nodded, quite stupefied.
"Good evening princess…" she replied, ushering the last members of the party into her humble abode, warily surveying the empty plain sporadically littered with homes like hers for anyone who might've noticed.
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The next morning, the princess was missing…and the whole kingdom was in chaos.
TBCA/N: there! hope y'all enjoyed that chapter! For those who read My Porcelain Doll I'm very sorry if my updates take long, y'see…Chapter 17 is a pretty long chapter and I can't find enough time to type it…no pressure anyway…review! And enjoy.,xD