Armakan Amun-Ra

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Due to the agonizing wait he had to endure, Sharrkan had almost convinced himself that he wasn’t going to show - it wouldn’t have been the first time, or the last ( thanks to the meanies that were his advisors ). Compared to his duties as king, keeping up with the prince and his ‘silly‘ training sessions seemed horribly irresponsible - not that he really cared, since he tended to stay near Armakan anyways.

It was so tiresome, being alone.

Ahh, but he’d made it, so none of that mattered anymore! He would show off his skills—and humiliate his instructor—in the best way possible, and make sure that his brother saw every last bit of it. Keeping his little shamshir tucked in its sheath, he turned around to hug him awfully tight. “Make sure you sit in the very front, okay? That way, you can see everything!!”

He was late, the image of the disheartened face of his younger sibling already vivid in his mind. Not like he didn’t want to see him train no, his duties took just too much of his time --and potential free time-- for him to do anything else besides it. When he finished the first batch of paperwork stacked on his desk, audiences would soon follow, then reports of diverse subjects, then official visits, then more paperwork. It just never ended. It didn’t help Narmes hid more often than not so he wouldn’t be asked to contribute and spend his day shut in an office...

The young king finally arrived to the training ground, greeting the people around with a brief nod before finding himself shoved then hugged tight by tiny arms. He couldn’t help the smile tugging at his lips while hearing the familiar voice.

He’s the complete opposite, all the time — but now that he’s here, Sharrkan may as well bring it up now. “Let’s play a game! Pleeeease?”

Armakan always wonders where all his brother’s energy comes from. He ponders an instant, remembering the pile of scrolls waiting for him in the study, the wrinkled face of his instructor and his constent nagging...

But who could resist such a smile really?

The timid gesture catches his attention, bringing him back to reality.

The sun had already settled. 

A tired sigh passes through his lips before he reaches for the goblet, hesitating just a brief instant. Old habits die hard. But Sharrkan wouldn’t try anything against him though, right?

“Thank you.”

He takes a small sip from the beverage before reclining a bit against his seat.

“Eeh?”

“Your brother must be really outdoing himself again lately~” Unlike Sphintus, the perfect little brother in his opinion - as he’s still with no clue about any of his friends’ current situation…

“Do I need to be worried about my Kukulcan?” -what did he miss?

A chuckle manages to break through his impassive expression.

“Maybe I should just feed that old viper to my snake after all...What do you think Mehen?” The huge reptile makes a hissing noise seemingly of distaste.

BOO JUST CAUSE SHE GETS PREGNANT FASTER DON’T MEAN SHIT *ANGRY PATRA NOISES*

*sprays water on*

Armomkan

Well since you had me locked up, I really don’t have an elaborate schedule your Fakeness…  and he thinks I’m a decent mother now… because at least I’m around to make things better which is more than I can say for yours.

Last night he had stayed late in his office with the window open, the cold air not even managing to diminish his concentration on the task at hand. Royal treaties and reports, information about the whereabouts of the few remaining opposing groups that’d like nothing more but to see him betrayed and overthrown. 

The wakening had been difficult though, his throat feeling sore, shivers running down his spine at every change in the air.

What else is new FAKE KING… and you make it too easy, you could have grown up to be charming like my Sharrkan