Chapter Six

I stood, watching the two pharaohs sizing each other up. Ay looked calm, while my husband was trying to hide the expression of fury that had appeared momentarily on his handsome features. “I love sope operas.” Howard Carter said from by my husband’s sarcoficus.

“Be quiet.” I hissed over at him.

“But its so entertaining.” Howard said; leaning against a table.

“Will you shut up?” I asked, moving my lips so only he could see and hear what came out of my mouth.

Tutankamun stood behind me and he had his hands on my shoulders and I stood, still but from my moving lips and eyes. I did not know what to expect; but I thought something... dangerous and yet exciting – wait, that had already happened...

I looked up at my husbands face. Tutankamun was taller than me and there was a glint of anger in his beautiful eyes, but when he looked down at me, the expression was a soft smile.

“You will not touch this beauty.” Tutankamun hissed.

“And, pray tell, my boy-“ Ay was cut off with Tutankamun’s next words.

“I am not a boy, I am a King and a husband, time you started to accept that my Lord.” Tutankamun took his hands away from my shoulders and paced up and down the length of the chamber, about five paces in front of me. He looked like a caged lion somehow, pacing back and forth.

“You will never know what to do with your Queen as you call her, nor your Kingdom. Why is it that you only lasted such a short time?” Ay asked my husband, who was still pacing.

“Hmm, let’s see, ah, yes.” My husband had a mock expression of a serious frown on his face. “I was murdered perhaps, by you, my friend.” Tutankamun spat out the last word.

“Get her out of here.” Tutankamun hissed to Howard.

“I-“ Howered interjected.

“Now!” One could not mistake the tone of his voice as it was very dangerous sounding. I shuddered.

He might be gentle with me, my dear husband, but he sure knew what to do when the situation arose with others – if he needed to be angry, he would.

“Very well.” Howard said, putting a hand under my arm. I would not budge.

‘Ankasanamun, go my dear.’ Tutankamun said softly in my mind.

‘No.’ I said defiantly.

‘Yes.’ I knew his voice was bordering on that dangerous tone again and that he did not want to use it with me. ‘Please?’ I picked up the little box and glanced at him.

‘Be careful.’ I whispered.

‘I will.’ He replied before I walked out of the tomb and into the pitch blackness of night.