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Ramses sat on the lap of the statue of Horus; holding a wine glass in his hand. His face was painted over with despair—He took a sip of wine as Moses entered the room.
“Ramses!” Moses proclaimed happily, “My brother, what troubles you?” He walks over to the large jar of wine. It was one Ramses couldn’t bear, however he still drank it for the fact he was stressed, the weight of his father’s crown fell heavily upon his shoulders. Alcohol was the only exit for Ramses, the only way to clear the worry that lingered in his mind.
“Let me ask you this, Moses,” Ramses stated, a trace of annoyance overlaying his chiseled, handsome face. “Why is that every time you get us into jeopardy, I am the one that gets reprimanded?!”
Moses collected some of the wine in the bag he had just been sewing and filling it up with the wine that had just been resting in the jar, before dropping it on the high priests, Ramses runs over and looks over the ledge Moses had just spilled the wine over and onto the high priests.
“Oh! What was that?!” Hotep exclaimed unhappily,
“It was Ramses!” Huy replied with just as much distaste in his voice as the obese man.
“Oh you’re in trouble young man!”
“We’re gonna tell the pharaoh!”
“Well you might as well,” Moses said to Ramses, handing him the jar that was filled with the same wine that Moses had poured over the high priests beforehand.
Ramses sighed and then gave a small smile, before pouring the jar over the men that were underneath the balcony they were stood on.
“We’re telling the pharaoh and thats—..!” Hotep was cut off as a wave of wine came pouring down onto him and Huy.
The brothers walked away, chuckling at each other as they strutted down the halls of alabaster stone.
“Well, Ramses,” Moses chucked, “You know what the problem is? You care too much,”
Ramses returned a small chuckle at his brother,—,Walking over to him, before turning his wig backwards, and ruffling his hair affectionately.
“And you don’t care at all,” Ramses cackled,
“Oh, in that case, I suppose you care a lot more than I do that we're late for the banquet, for example.”
Ramses’ eyes widened, before saying exasperatedly, and rubbing his face with the callused skin of his palm.
“I’m done for, Father will kill me.”
The brothers had just started to sprint, their wigs swaying in the air.
Just as they had arrived Moses had whispered to Ramses,
“Don’t worry, nobody will even notice us coming in,”
Ramses pushed Moses through the professionally weaved curtains so he would enter first, but he slightly slipped causing the two to tumble in at the same time. The siblings laid eyes on hundred of nobles from faraway and near—Suddenly everyone started clapping, and Ramses leaned close to Moses.
“ ‘Nobody will even notice,’ “ He said quietly to his brother, quoting Moses’ earlier words with outrage and a hint of embarrassment.
“Ah, the young princes!” Queen Tuya said loudly so the court would be able to hear, she walked over to her sons, embracing them in a hug with a warm face—Once her face was out of view, her smile fell and her face turned stern.
“Ramses, you were just named Prince regent,” She said with a stern, scolding tone to her voice. “You are now responsible for overseeing all the temples.”
She nudged him over, a cruel smirk painting her lips, “I suggest you go over there and thank your father,” ; She pushed him towards the Pharaoh, Ramses tumbled a bit, before regaining his balance.
Tuna turns to Moses and said.
“Apparently Moses,” She says, before continuing as she was interrupted by the crowd clapping, as she and Moses joined in, “Someone just thought he needed the opportunity..”
Moses grins, before walking over to Pharaoh Seti and Ramses.
“My lord Pharaoh, I propose that the high priests offer tribute to their new regent!” Moses declared.
“An excellent idea!” Pharaoh said, calling the high priests, lifting his staff in his hand. “Hotep, Huy!”
The high priests stop their scavenging of the food table,
“Hmm,”
“The Midian girl,”
“That’s a good idea,”