Oasis of Time

Once she was finished her bath, the maid brought her a fresh change of beautiful clothing and then, once she was dressed, led her to the garden where the Pharaoh was waiting.

Amelia smiled at the beautiful garden, a soft breeze playing with her hair.

Tutankhamun looked up at her and smiled faintly, watching her from where he sat. "You look beautiful," he called out to her.

Amelia blushed and walked over to him, sitting at a respectful distance away. "Thank you"

Tutankhamun sighed, watching her. "Did you enjoy your bath?" he asked her.

"I did, the scented oil was lovely as well" Amelia said with a smile, leaning over to smell a flower.

Tutankhamun smiled. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," he replied softly, watching her.

Amelia reached out and caressed a flower, smiling softly as she smelled it. Her brown hair tried quite quickly while the breeze played with it.

The Pharaoh sighed and reached out, playing his fingers through the strands of hair. "How do you get your hair like this?" he asked.

Amelia blinked at him. "You just grow it....trimming the ends when they get too rough..."

"Really?" Tutankhamun asked and ran a hand through his own hair before shaking his head. "No, yours is softer somehow."

"Hmmm I've done a few hair treatments though to help keep it soft" Amelia said after some thought, thinking it was cute how he wanted soft hair.

The male nodded, dropping his hand to his lap. "I think it suits you perfectly."

Amelia blushed and looked down. Her hair was wavy but not frizzy, red shining through where the sun hit it.

Tutankhamun cupped some of her hair in his hand and leaned over, pressing it to his lips. "You are definitely an exotic treasure," he said softly.

Amelia blushed deeper. "Not really...i'm very plain back home..."

Tutankhamun frowned. "Really?" he asked.

"Really, my younger sister is much prettier..' Amelia whispered.

Tutankhamun shrugged. "I don't know her," he replied. "I know you, and I believe you are the most beautiful young woman I have ever laid my eyes on."

Amelia looked away to hide her embarrassment. "Thank you..." She whispered.

Tutankhamun watched her. "What's wrong?" he asked softly.

"I'm...just not used to it....being called pretty" Amelia said softly.

Tutankhamun frowned faintly. "No? People back at your home don't call you pretty?" he asked.

Amelia nodded. "Like I said...I'm very plain back home"

Tutankhamun frowned and shook his head. "Then they are foolish," he replied. "Foolish for not seeing the true beauty you hold."