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Letting out an aggravated sigh, you stared out the window from your host vessel.  Slender fingers pawed lightly upon the millennium item you adorned, the one thing tying you to the body you walked.  Over a year after you ran into your husband, and though you relished the times that you were able to spend with him, it had never been the same.  

He doesn't even remember me, you thought to yourself, allowing your y/e/c eyes to close as you allowed yourself to heave another heavy sigh.  Though you thought to yourself, you knew your vessel was listening.  After all, they were particularly fond of the breaks that you gave them from the waking world.  Looking through your eyes was less exhausting for them.  

He still cares about you, Y/N, your vessel shot back, voice clearly full of comfort as they spoke.  You could practically see the smile that graced your vessel's soul's face as they spoke to you.  And you can't blame him for not having his memories.  

This caused you to sigh once more, this time taking your head into your hands woefully.  Exhausted mentally, you just wanted the world to be saved so you could go home.  No matter the guidance you provided for your host, you selfishly desired to react.  

"I know...I just wanted a happily ever after," you spoke aloud this time, running your hands down your face as you blinked hard.  Emotions raged inside of you, mixing the desire to cry along with the desire to simply scream.  You could feel your vessel's soul touch your shoulder gently, comfortingly as you allowed your lips to tighten.  

With time, I'm sure you'll get your happily ever after, they replied to you in a comforting manner, confidence laced in their voice.  

You weren't sure how your vessel could be so confident, knowing as you lived five thousand years prior.  Times were simpler when the two of you were simply in love, before everything transpired.  Though his name had been stricken from your own memories, you could still remember each time with your husband as if it were yesterday.  

The Pharaoh sat upon his throne, a commanding look in his deep lilac orbs.  He stared out at his council, listening to another problem that a subject brought to their attention.  It was a small problem, of course, and yet he still listened with so much attention.  

You watched from your own throne, set directly at his side.  As you should have been watching, listening to the problem at hand, you found yourself allowing your peripheral vision to pick up your husband.  The two of you had recently married, one of the very few marriages in Egypt born of sheer love.  

Your peripheral vision traced his features, even catching the gentle smile that tugged upon his lips.  As you noticed the smile, your vision caught back upon his deep lilac eyes, which were now focused specifically on you.  Apparently, as you had been admiring your handsome husband, the problem was dealt with, and the two of you were alone in the throne room. 

"Am I truly that distracting to you, my Queen/King?" Pharaoh's deep voice rang out, his lips curling into more of an amused smirk.  

You chuckled softly, allowing your own y/e/c eyes to set into his gaze.  "Indeed, you are, my Pharaoh," you teased softly, your own smirk playing against your lips.  "You do happen to be the most handsome in all the lands." 

The Pharaoh clearly had a touch of blush rising in his sun kissed skin as he rolled his eyes at your words.  "You're always too kind to me," he replied, though his voice was playful.  "Come here." 

It took you mere seconds to comply to your husband's words, moving from your own throne to sit upon his lap.  Once you sat upon him, you felt his arms wrap tightly around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest.  The warmth engulfed you like a warm blanket as you curled close to him, allowing your lips to murmur a gentle hum of approval.  

"I love you so, my Pharaoh," you murmured comfortably, closing your y/e/c eyes as you relished in the feeling of his comfort.  Upon his crossing arms, you placed your own carefully on top, moving a thumb gently against his arm in soft caress.  The breath that tickled your neck caused a shiver to course down your spine in sheer delight.  

Between kisses pressed from your neck to your shoulder, he mirrored your words softly.  "I love you so, my Queen/King," he whispered.  With each and every word, he placed a long, sweet kiss against your skin.  His spiked hair tickled your skin the slightest bit through this motion.  

You could not help the blooming smile to stretch your lips, each kiss causing your lips to curl upwards more as you relaxed into your husband.  There was no doubt as soon as you married your husband, you began your happily ever after.  The two of you had a story book romance, one of love and infatuation.  

After he finished his words, you turned your head back to capture your husband's lips against your own.  This action was immediately reciprocated, the two of you melting into one another's taste.  Holding you as closely as he could to you, the two of you kissed until your lungs burned for oxygen.  

Snapping back to reality, the smile that forced it's way upon your face curled back into a frown as you realized you were not in Egypt.  Instead, you were tied to a millennium item, stuck in a modern time with a husband who had not even remembered who you were.  The life you led in the modern world was far from ideal, leaving you desiring for a man that was merely just out of reach.  

Be patient, your vessel chided you, though you could tell that they were being kind about their chiding.  He will remember you when he gets his memories back.  He won't be without his memory forever.  

You let out one last sigh, your tired eyes glancing out the window once more.  "I hope you're right," you muttered softly.  "Because I can't live without him."