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This is kinda how I imagined Ahk's coronation costume, just that the neck collar is supposed to cover most of his chest.

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A month had passed since Ahkmenrah had been announced king. The Nile's watery belly had swollen and given birth to fertile black soil. Ahkmenrah remembered how Kahmunrah and he would splash about in the watery depths around the villages. But that wasn't happening this year. Instead he would look forlornly out of the balcony. Watching the flooding rise and fall. Dreading the moment when the crown of the of Egypt was to placed upon his head. He remembered joking about Kahmunrah being the weak link on the night of the Banquet.

I'll be the one who brings the dynasty down this time. He thought glumly to himself. He could almost imagine the pyramids toppling down as the crown of Egypt would be placed on his head tomorrow. His brother hadn't talked to him since the announcement. He knew that they both desperately wanted to talk to each other. But recently he saw a glimpse of defilement in Kahmunrah's eyes. Yet Ahkmenrah thought nothing of it.

There had been one moment when they were almost like them old selves again.

Ahkmenrah had been walking down the hall and Kahmunrah had been walking the other way. Both stuck in their own whirl-winds of thoughts and worries. Suddenly Ahkmenrah was on the floor a slight bump on his head. He had crashed into his brother with a huge thud. Slight the size of the bump may have been but it was enough to send him cursing.

He heard his brother's melodious laugh.

Holding out his hand still laughing Kahmunrah had helped him up.

"Be careful little brother"

Later on Ahkmenrah wondered whether Kahmunrah had also told him to be careful in ruling the country.

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Every time Kahmunrah passed Ismara he couldn't take his eyes of her. They way she walked had his heart racing. Her every movement beautiful. His intense dark eyes would make fleeting contact with her grey ones. Every time he looked at her, reckless passion coursed through him. He felt giddy with excitement.

Yes that's what it was. Exciting. Everything to do with her was exciting.

If only they could be together...

But when they looked at each other again today they knew. They knew that their love and passion was strong. This month of denial bore them no fruit but that of love.

Love.

They had never experienced love of this kind before. The passion, the intensity, the sparks...it cannot be denied any longer. Their love, though difficult, was real. As real as the stars in the sky, but just as ethereal and unreachable.

Today when he looked at her all the logic and denial fell apart. She was him. He was her. Their souls were entwined together with danger, excitement and passion. They needed each other.

When he looked at her today he knew she was the one and he would do anything to be with her. That was when he crossed the barrier between them, so they could be together, at least for one more night.

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When Ahkmenrah woke up the next day Kahmunrah had just gone out the door. Ahkmenrah could see the flutter of silver and blue disappearing from the door before the door slammed shut. He felt his heart tear a little. He prayed one day they shall reconcile.

He stood up and looked around. A servant had brought in the royal robes and laid them on a chair. Ahkmenrah studied them. A Wesekh, wide neck collar that covered his scarred chest richly coloured with gold, blue and red. A golden shoulder cape that wrapped around his arms, covered his back and the side of his torso. Gold blue and red long pleated kilt. A belt fashioned in a similar style to the Wesekh. He put them on. He looked at himself in the mirror and sighed. He looked majestic. But he didn't want to be. He fingered his short messy black tresses.

It was the custom for the king's of Egypt to shave their head. He scoffed at the thought of even shaving it off. If half the population of Egypt expected that from him...well they were better off trying to freeze the Sinai desert.

"What's taking you so long?! The coronation will be in fifteen minutes!!" yelled Sabra from the door. He smiled. It was good to have her back.

Apparently he had taken too long thinking about Sabra, because she then yelled rather angrily.

"Do you want me to break down the door?!"

No doubt the servants were probably startled by the amount of 'disrespect' shown by Sabra. They were most likely wondering why she hadn't been struck down by the gods yet.

"Cool your head a little I'm coming!" he yelled back

You don't know how much I wish I could skip this day Sabra. He thought to himself. How much I would love to stay here, or even better take back the last month. You don't know. You will never know. And I'm glad you won't. The weight of the world would be on my shoulders today, it is too much for me to carry, I wish...Gods of Egypt I wish for a lot of things right now.

He walked out of the door. Dreading the moment. His heart tore more and more. It was killing him inside. This wasn't supposed to be happening...but it was. Sabra gave him small nod and took her place at his right, another guard stood to his left. Ceremoniously they walked to the throne room.

His head started to spin a bit more. Soon he felt like he was walking through a dream. Or more accurately a nightmare.

He approached the gold encrusted throne and sat straight, one of the many advantages of riding a horse was the way you sit on anything you sat straight and with confidence. The crowd was many, Ahkmenrah was only able to make out his brother leaning beside a pillar. Kahmunrah tried to look happy, it was working, the people believed he was happy but Ahkmenrah knew better.

If I could Kahmun I would trade places with you this instant. That was how it was meant to be anyway. But I can't...I hate this. I detest this. Just please don't be silent anymore. I can't bear it.

He wanted to cry. But if Kahmun was in my place he wouldn't be crying, no he would be regal like a real king...something I'm not. But at least I can try.

Kahmunrah felt hollow inside. My little brother is fulfilling the destiny that was set out for me and me only. He spied Ismara from the corner of his eye and his heart raced faster. He tried to divert his attention to his brother but it wasn't working. He didn't know what was worse, loving Ismara or his brother.

Both of them filled his heart with grief, both of them hurt to think about. Yet he loved them both, but he he can't have one without losing the other.

The great doors of the throne room opened revealing the hot gold hush of noon. Silence fell over the room. A silhouette appeared between the golden splendor. Khufu, in a richly coloured pleated kilt with a leopard skin thrown over his shoulder, was revealed to be the silhouette. In his hand a cushion of gold colouring, it held seven things. The united crown of Upper and Lower Egypt. The scarab ring of the Pharaoh. Two armbands also with scarabs embedded upon its surface. A golden Ankh necklace. A flail and crook. Symbols of fertility and and power.

Musicians pounded the drums, the sound was deep reverberating throughout the room. The chanting of the priest started, the names of the important gods.

"By the power of Ra ... Mut ... Nut... Khnum ... Khonsu ... Ptah ... Nephthys ... Nekhbet ... Sobek... Sekhment ... Sokar ... Selket ... Reshpu ... Wadjet ... Anubis ... Anukis ... Seshmu ... Meshkent ... Hemsut ... Tefnut ... Heket ... Mafdet... Isis ... Thoth ... Horus ... Ra!"

The chanting along with the drums synchronised with Ahkmenrah's heart beat. It was ominous.

Khufu walked ceremoniously, his head high, his mouth twisted in delight. When he reached Ahkmenrah he knelt before him, head now low his arms raised presenting Ahkmenrah the seven things. Then Khufu rose.

First he placed the necklace around Ahkmenrah's neck. Then he slipped on the scarab armbands. Then Khufu placed the ring on his right middle finger. The crook in his right hand, the flail in his left.

Finally the crown of the Nile was placed upon his head. It was heavy. It hurt his neck. The world was on his shoulders. He desperately wanted to take it off. But he couldn't.

How could father even stand wearing this let alone walk around the palace at least fifty times a day.

There is difference he reminded himself. The world was at father's feet not on his shoulders.

Then as an act of confirming his kingship when Khufu stepped away Ahkmenrah crossed his arms across his chest. Just like how his father's arms were crossed when he was mummified.

Well this is just as bad as any mummification.

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I'll add one more the thing in the earlier chapters. Since Merenkahre wore the crown of upper and lower Egypt combined and he wanted both his sons to be king, he had fashioned two crowns for them. One was the crown of lower Egypt (for Ahk, he wears this one in the movie) and the other was of upper Egypt (for Kahmun) so both the brothers represented a portion of Egypt.