“…the temple of Hatshepsut,” said Soromé with awe. “She was a woman who refused to be pushed aside and took the title of King for herself.”
(my editor: King? Shouldn’t it be Queen? Pharaoh? Ruler?)
nope, Hatshepsut was not a Queen but a King. (We covered the Pharaoh part earlier). This is what separates her from other women rulers, Hatshepsut asked to be illustrated as a king and wanted all the power and advantages of a male ruler.That’s why she rocks.
Ves internally probably: totally not the bastard of our dead king. Nope.
Guard #1: Spice merchant my ass.
Guard #2: I don’t think that was a little boy…
Guard #1: And the “wife” had an… interesting tattoo on her bosom.
Guard #2: and a sword at her hip. The bloke had two swords and a mace. At least their papers were in order so’s we didn’t have to stop ‘em.
Guard #1: yea, you’re right. Let some sorry chum down the road deal with them.
Did this because I read Barbering Duties by ravengalespencer where Roche cuts Anais’ hair for both convenience and disguise. My brain leapt to him having her also pretend she’s a boy. And then my brain leapt even further to them all pretending to be a traveling family.
But given roche’s previous choice of false name I don’t imagine them being too terribly good at it lol.
“No, you can’t use the emperor of nilfgaard’s name, wtf captain. That’s only funny to you and is terribly obvious.”
“We need to get you a shirt that actually closes in front - or at the very least covers all your tattoos - how many merchant’s wives have lily, bone, and steel tattoos?”
“Don’t care. And I’m carrying my weapons.”
“Of course you are. If our guises are going to be this shoddy we’d better both be armed.”
Pairings: reader x Peter Pan
Warnings: lots of fluff
Requested: nope, was just bored.
I awoke to the sun shining through the curtains , I groaned as I did my morning stretch I smiled when I felt a pare of muscular arms wrap around my waist pull me closer to the body they belonged to . I giggled as I turned around “morning Peter” he lifted his head to kiss me “ good morning love” he smiled as I looked into his green eyes that still had the weird daze from sleep in them, “ we need to get up or the lost boys will have a panic attack not knowing what to do with out there master” Peter chuckled “your right love” he pecked me on the lips once more before he swiftly stood from the bed “I will take the boys to hunt for breakfast you stay here and I will bring you some breakfast in bed y/n” I giggled “how lucky I must be to get special treatment from the infamous Peter Pan” he smiled “lucky indeed” once Peter had left the tent I slowly drifted off to sleep , “y/n..?” “Y/n wake up breakfast is ready” I groaned as I slowly sat up “what is it?” Peter sat the tray down infront of me, “it’s wild boar your favourite” I smiled as the wonderful scent filled my nose . I ate all of the food Peter had provided me with “do you need anything else y/n?” You slowly lay back down on the bed “yes there is one thing Peter ” he walked over and sat on the end of the bed “what is it love?” I smiled “ will you cuddle with me?” He laughed and got into the bed beside me as I rolled over and cuddled into his chest “ I love you Peter ” I heard his heart speed up in his chest “I love you too y/n” I smiled as I once again drifted of to sleep.