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It’s one of her happier moments with just him. When they can just be a mother and child. Alone. These moments would eventually become few and far in between.
A few days before, the Pharaoh had sent for the families return back home to Thebes from their break in Faiyum. His message had been fairly vague, but urgent, putting his wives on edge. He did not make it any better when they returned and he was too busy to see them and explain what was going on.
They left the guards with a message to immediately let them know when their husband was free.
Of course her duties as the Great Royal Wife also called upon her. A petty argument between a few women of the harem had broken out in her short absence from home. About who had the pharaohs attention. Petty. Amunet quickly grew annoyed and silenced them, telling them if they were feeling neglected then they were welcome to take it up with the Pharaoh. A thinly veiled taunt as to who was the queen was thrown in, to remind them of their place and silence them.
It worked. For now at least.
Stressed and tired Amunet went to retire to her chambers for a quick rest, before anything else could bother her. Until she heard voices outside her doors. Of course the gods would not allow her rest, far to early in the day to be thinking of rest.
Her annoyance disappeared when she saw her sons grinning face come from behind the door. She waved off the apologies of the guards, her son was never a bother, she’d hardly even seen him that day anyway.
She scooped him up, nodded along to his excited chatter, her feet carrying them to the inner garden eventually. She sent everyone else away, giving instructions to only bother them with news of the Pharaoh.
The boy spun a tale of his day so far, speaking of his time with the other children. A fair portion of his story no doubt being exaggerated. The thought caused a smile to grace her lips as she gazed down at her son’s bright eyes. He was a handful, without a doubt, but he was a sweet child. Imaginative. Caring.
Amunet hoped to preserve these qualities in her son, but knew that there was only so much she could do. The thought dimmed her smile. Before others began to show him how the world truly worked, what his world would really be like.
“Mwt?”
She pushed the thoughts out of her mind , “I’m sorry, please continue.” He didn’t hesitate to do so.
For now, however, she would enjoy the little moments she could steal away with her boy. Just a mother listening to her child speak of their day.
Alone.
No escorts.
No interruptions.
Unaccompanied.
If only for a little while.

“Mwt” means mother in ancient Egyptian, at least according to my research. Feel free to correct me if I’m wrong.

So it has been a while since I’ve done anything with my oc’s. Like a month or so. I finally put that background into good use. I’m still trying to get into the swing of writing. I actually had started writing this out differently but decided to change it. The first draft was wayyyy longer. I like this one more, even then though, I’m still not too happy with it. Ah well. Hopefully someone enjoyed it.

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Description

It’s one of her happier moments with just him. When they can just be a mother and child. Alone. These moments would eventually become few and far in between.
A few days before, the Pharaoh had sent for the families return back home to Thebes from their break in Faiyum. His message had been fairly vague, but urgent, putting his wives on edge. He did not make it any better when they returned and he was too busy to see them and explain what was going on.
They left the guards with a message to immediately let them know when their husband was free.
Of course her duties as the Great Royal Wife also called upon her. A petty argument between a few women of the harem had broken out in her short absence from home. About who had the pharaohs attention. Petty. Amunet quickly grew annoyed and silenced them, telling them if they were feeling neglected then they were welcome to take it up with the Pharaoh. A thinly veiled taunt as to who was the queen was thrown in, to remind them of their place and silence them.
It worked. For now at least.
Stressed and tired Amunet went to retire to her chambers for a quick rest, before anything else could bother her. Until she heard voices outside her doors. Of course the gods would not allow her rest, far to early in the day to be thinking of rest.
Her annoyance disappeared when she saw her sons grinning face come from behind the door. She waved off the apologies of the guards, her son was never a bother, she’d hardly even seen him that day anyway.
She scooped him up, nodded along to his excited chatter, her feet carrying them to the inner garden eventually. She sent everyone else away, giving instructions to only bother them with news of the Pharaoh.
The boy spun a tale of his day so far, speaking of his time with the other children. A fair portion of his story no doubt being exaggerated. The thought caused a smile to grace her lips as she gazed down at her son’s bright eyes. He was a handful, without a doubt, but he was a sweet child. Imaginative. Caring.
Amunet hoped to preserve these qualities in her son, but knew that there was only so much she could do. The thought dimmed her smile. Before others began to show him how the world truly worked, what his world would really be like.
“Mwt?”
She pushed the thoughts out of her mind , “I’m sorry, please continue.” He didn’t hesitate to do so.
For now, however, she would enjoy the little moments she could steal away with her boy. Just a mother listening to her child speak of their day.
Alone.
No escorts.
No interruptions.
Unaccompanied.
If only for a little while.

“Mwt” means mother in ancient Egyptian, at least according to my research. Feel free to correct me if I’m wrong.

So it has been a while since I’ve done anything with my oc’s. Like a month or so. I finally put that background into good use. I’m still trying to get into the swing of writing. I actually had started writing this out differently but decided to change it. The first draft was wayyyy longer. I like this one more, even then though, I’m still not too happy with it. Ah well. Hopefully someone enjoyed it.

Check out My Tumblr that's usually where I upload first