Mummy Evolution-Chapter 33: Zainah’s Ceremony (1/3)

Hundreds of years ago…

Sett walked through the royal palace, enjoying the sight of doves in the royal pond as he did. The greenery of the palace never seemed to bore him. It was such a great sight compared to the drab deserts and hot cities out there.

He hummed a simple tune as he walked past one corridor after the other, feeling the morning coolness on his skin. Soon, he reached an especially girly corridor and, smirking to himself, sneaked past the oblivious maids.

They would make a fuss if they saw him—sometimes, it was better to avoid them.

Sett passed another corridor and finally reached his target. It was a closed room, but to Sett, opening it was simple.

He entered the room with the extra key in his hand and sighed at the sight inside.

There was a bed in the middle and whoever was sleeping there was too far in their dreams to even notice an intruder.

Sett went up to the bed and pulled off the bedsheet over the woman.

It was none other than Zainah, one of Sett’s beautiful wives.

She was sleeping with a dumb face, hugging her pillow and sucking on her thumbs. But Sett had to admit that she was adorable. Her white face, cradled by dark hair, looked especially kiss worthy.

Sett’s eyelids twitched at the fact that she was still sleeping.

"Wake up," he said.

She didn’t move at all.

Sett sighed and irritably fondled her breasts. "Zain, wake up."

"Not now, baby," she murmured in her sleep. "Please, let me sleep…"

"Oi, wake up!" he said. "Today is your first Refinement Ceremony, don’t play around."

"Yeah, yeah, Sett," she murmured, wrapping her hand sleepily around Sett’s neck—pulling him to bed with her. "Kiss me, hug me, or do whatever you want but let me sleep~."

Sett had to admit that was a good proposition.

But sadly, his mother and many others were waiting for Zainah.

She couldn’t do this or she would be seen as irresponsible by the entirety of the noble circles. A person’s Refinement Ceremony was one of the most important days of their life. And it was a day where they had to show respect to the current Pharaoh.

Sett couldn’t have Zainah be her playful self today.

"Zainah," Sett murmured in her beautiful ears, carrying her and standing up from the bed. "Wake up, Zain. Wake, wake!"

She finally woke up, annoyed green eyes staring daggers at Sett.

"What?" he asked, taking her to the bathroom in the room.

She leaned weakly on his shoulder, knowing that she had overslept. It was his fault! They had been talking about throne games and politics till nearly dawn before he let her sleep. And now, she had to participate in her own Refinement Ceremony with barely any sleep.

"What time is it?" she asked.

"You still have some time to prepare, but not much."

She huffed. "Bath me, I am too sleepy."

Sett’s expression brightened up.

"No touching!" she added.

…

By the time it took to drink a cup of tea, Sett freshened Zainah up.

She no longer looked like a sleepy young girl, but a striking princess from the most noble of heritages. Black hair tied brilliantly, face clean and glowing, with bright green eyes bright and curious. Her clothes were also luxurious and classic Ehyut royalty garbs, golden and brilliant in color.

He had to admit that he had cleaned her up well.

And he had to admit that this woman’s husband truly was a lucky man.

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"Sett, how do I look?" she asked nervously, looking at the mirror and arranging her hair.

"Beautiful," Sett said.

"It’s the truth right?" she asked, a bit unconvinced. "I won’t forgive you if you are playing pranks on me today." She stared at him. "Really."

Sett rolled his eyes. "I am not that insensitive. And I mean, you look adorable."

"Adorable, not pretty?"

Zainah frowned.

What a pretty frown, Sett thought.

"Not pretty, not pretty. But very adorable," he said.

She huffed and then looked at him. He was also in perfect clothes—a completely dark ceremonial robe with matching black pants. It was the color she liked on him.

She nodded, but then sniffed.

"Oh, idiot, you got my perfume on you," she said with a smile. "Smells feminine. They’ll take you for someone unmanly. Wait, where did you put that other perfume I bought for you…"

She found a darker perfume from her collection and spread it across his robes with her dainty hands.

"I don’t mind your smell on me," he said, shaking his head and resisting the urge to ruffle her hair. "Come on, time is almost up."

They took each other’s hands and looked at the mirror together.

The childhood sweethearts left for the event venue while grinning.

…

The throne room hummed with the low chatter of nobles and ministers, all eyes fixed on Zainah, who stood at the center of the grand throne room, her young figure bent in a deep, elegant bow at the waist.

It was Zainah’s first Refinement Ceremony, her 15th birthday, and the air crackled with expectation. Nobles looked at her and gauged her standards, while the royals looked at her with casual intrigue.

Neilara, the Pharaoh, lounged on her throne, a long silver sword embedded into the royal floor beside her. It was her Axiom Armament, a symbol of her power.

Sett stood beside his mother, leaning in occasionally to murmur something about the room.

He was his mother’s eyes.

Subordinates were not good enough to become the eyes of his mother. But Sett was. He had been taught to rule since the day he learned to walk.

He could see the behaviors, habits, and expression of their subordinates and read ten other things from that single thing.

And he could relay it all concisely to his mother if it needed her attention.

The words of a wise man, when heard by a fool, are interpreted through the filter of foolishness. Even if a subordinate could relay everything he saw, it would be from the lens of a subordinate. He wouldn’t even see what a ruler will see by instinct.

Only Sett, thus, could become his mother’s eyes.

Across the hall, a few women cast discreet glances at the cheeky prince—some waving subtly, others offering lingering blinks.

Sett grinned at them all, but didn’t move away from his mother’s side.