A/N:

Kelly: This is a collaboration by Vampire Princess and myself. You may remember me as a fifteen year old girl with some unfinished stories... Don't read them if you haven't, they are actually sentimental to me which is why they weren't deleted. More importantly, I am back thanks to Cassie because if it wasn't for her I wouldn't be writing this right now, unless you would appreciate a story with a missing character. Didn't think so. OH CHRIST IT'S BEEN 5 YEARS SINCE I'VE HIT THE "SUBMIT" BUTTON. Maybe I'm just not submissive... oh right that's why I play Mike. Ha!

ps, Sorry our a/n's are like 25% of this chapter. We just wanted to say hi okay...

Vampire Princess: Hey dudes! This is a story that I have had in my mind for awhile now, it's the baby of many sleepless nights when my throat was burning like hell and I couldn't get more then 10 minutes of sleep at a time. I told Kelly about it when we were looking for a different story to rp, and she thought it would be a cool idea to write it up. After playing around with email, we finally got onto google documents which is a LOT easier then sending emails back and fourth lol.

I knowww I keep saying that I'm going to update Angels and Demons 2, but I've been busy with life, and I haven't been able plug my thumb drive in and continue writing it, but I am working on it. I have about 5 pages done and will continue to work on it.

I hope you guys like this brand new story! :)

note: Rating will be raised as such.

beautiful piece done by our friend wu :) (TYshangshan) thank you so much love! http://tyshangshan.deviantart.com/art/first-met-154487455

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CHAPTER I

King Richard sat on his throne, a glass of wine in one hand, the other laying beneath his chin. Normally, this would be a common sight in the castle, for the King was known for loving many different kinds of wine. Today however, was different. King Richard was worried because his son had so far not shown any interest whatsoever in marrying any of the young maidens that threw themselves at his feet. Young Michael, Crown Prince of England, was often a shy young man, who preferred to stay in his room and paint, then spend the night walking through the droves of people at the weekly balls that were thrown in the palace.

The king wanted to make sure his son had a wife, and soon, because he knew that he would not be around much longer. No matter how hard he tried, Prince Michael would ignore all of the maidens who swooned whenever he walked into the room. Sitting up straighter, the king called for one of the servants to fetch his son from his room, and another to get him the letter that had come this morning.

The servant, dressed in nothing but a set of ragged brown pants and a torn tunic, knelt down at the foot of the throne, holding the letter out to the king who took it and dismissed the servant with a simple wave of his hand. After opening and rereading the letter for the tenth time since he had received it, an idea came to mind, which made him grin. He had figured out a very cunning way of getting his son to marry, and in turn secure a very powerful ally.

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The servant searched for Michael in his quarters as requested and finally reached him in the prince's painting room. The servant slowly entered the room and quietly spoke, "Prince Michael, the king wishes to see you."

The young prince sighed softly and set his paintbrush down on the easel, temporarily coloring the wood with a shade of rust tinted oil. He stood up and rid himself of his smock before sending the servant off. Before leaving his beloved room he cupped his hand to blow out a wax candle lighting the area. He slowly walked down numerous dim hallways, hoping to make this trip even longer. Whenever he spoke to his father he did not leave at all happy.

"You have had a servant request my presence father?" inquired the prince, standing before the king.

King Richard sighed and set the glass of wine to the side.

"My son, you know how I love to give your mother wonderful, and unique gifts for our anniversary. There is one particular item that I wish to give her. It is known as the Amulet of Osiris. The only problem is, I cannot just uproot myself and leave the castle in order to retrieve this necklace. So I have decided that you, my son, will travel to Egypt and fetch the amulet from the pharaoh himself. You will not be going alone. I will send a guard and a servant with you. If you leave within the week, you should get there and return before your mother and I's anniversary."

"Egypt? Father, why is it you wish me to go? I have my priorities here, can not your servants go?" Michael did not want to upset his father, yet he did not want to go to an unknown land as he was comfortable at home, painting.

"You know better. I do not trust a servant with such an important task. It is already decided you will go. I will send you with a note for the pharaoh explaining to him what you are doing there. The note will also contain money, which is payment for the amulet. You spend far too much time locked up in your room. You need to get out my son. A little fresh air will be good for you," King Richard said with a wave of his hand.

Prince Michael knew that meant he was dismissed, yet again leaving unhappy.

He returned to his sleeping quarters, knowing he would not be able to pack his own belongings. He changed his attire into those suitable for sleeping and laid down. He stared at the ceiling and waited for sleep to come.

Meanwhile, Richard let out a soft sigh and stood up from his throne, saying softly to himself, "I am sorry for deceiving you my son, but this is for your own good."

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The next few days consisted of Michael trying and failing to get his father to reconsider sending him to Egypt while the king had servants rushing around the palace trying to get everything ready for the trip.

"I trust you have the correct clothes packed for the trip," Richard said, looking towards the servant who was carrying some of the prince’s luggage.

"Yes My Lord, I made sure to pack as many clothes as needed, as well as many pairs of shorts and shirts so that the prince would feel comfortable in the warmer climate," the servant said, making sure to keep his eyes away from the king's, staring at his neck instead. It was improper for one such as himself to look the king directly in the eye.

"Very good," Richard said with a nod, "you may continue on your way."

He turned and looked towards his son, "You know, you cannot stand there and pout all day. This will be a very good experience for you. You will be taking over the kingdom soon, and you must learn how to put others needs above your own."

'Right, like my mother needing a necklace is that important...' Michael thought to himself but would never say such a thing to the king. "Father, I beg of you, this trip will take days. I am in the middle of a painting."

"You have my permission to bring along your painting, and anything else you need in order to complete it, but please, do not spend your entire time there painting. Get to know the people," the king said, "Egypt is very powerful, they would be a wonderful ally, and any type of friendships that can be formed would be a very good step towards building a relationship between us and them."

"Yes father," said Michael. He knew there was no way around this and just gave up. He walked back to his room. A single servant followed the prince to his room and helped him pack everything away neatly in boxes.

"My Prince, is there anything you need me to fetch for you before we go on this trip? I will get you anything you require to make this trip pleasant for you," the servant said quietly while putting away the oils.

"Nothing could make this trip comfortable." The prince sighed.

"Very well, my prince," the servant said while bowing, "I shall get your things packed so you may leave as quickly as possible."

"Wonderful, as quickly as possible." He whispered to himself sarcastically.

The servant left quickly, carrying the box full of oils and canvas to the carriage that would be taking the prince to the ship which would sail off towards Egypt.

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Richard sighed as he watched his son climb into the carriage. "Son, I know this probably is not what you were planning on doing with your time, but I think you will have a very good time there. The pharaoh is well known for his hospitality."

The prince nodded with a sigh and asked, "You said Spain is about half way?"

Richard nodded and grabbed onto his son's hand with a small smile, "Please, have fun on this trip my son. I know you are mad at me now, but if you keep an open mind, you will find out that you enjoy yourself doing something you never thought you would."

"Father why are you speaking like that? I am just retrieving an amulet." He was confused by his father’s words.

"Just because you're getting the amulet does not mean you cannot get to know the people there my son."

"Yes father," He whispered and said his farewell before finally, yet all too soon beginning his trip.

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A young man stood up from his throne as the doors of the palace opened. His naturally tan skin stood out against the light colored fabric that adorned the lower half of his body, his chest and arms bare save for two golden armbands that sat on his upper arms. A small crown of gold sat on his brow, just below his hairline. His warm brown eyes smiled even though his face remained stoic. His name is Robert, Pharaoh of Egypt.

Michael entered the palace with his servants by his side. His listless demeanor confused the pharaoh who looked surprised to see men he had not met before and that were obviously not from his country. Before the pharaoh could question his visitors, the prince gestured to his servant to hand the letter to one of the many servants of the pharaoh.

Pharaoh Robert frowned softly, took the letter from his servant and opened it. After glancing over it quickly a smile came to his face.

"Well met Michael of England. It is strange that you have come to my land, but I am glad you have come to visit. I am guessing that you are feeling tired from your journey, do you wish to retire for the day?" He asked in a soft but commanding voice.

"Please Pharaoh, do not think me rude if I accept your offer as I am indeed very tired."

"Not at all, I will have a servant show you to your room," Pharaoh Robert said with a nod towards a servant standing to the side of the throne.

"Thank you." Michael said with a slight bow before following said servant.

Suddenly, as he was following the servant Michael noticed something that made him look a second time. Out of one of the rooms in the hall had come a tall, skinny blond haired man. His hair fell in soft curls that laid gently on his forehead. Long, slender arms hung at his side, and moved slightly from back to front as the vision's hips swayed. White, almost shear fabric hung from his hips. He wore an ornate golden belt holding up the fabric which only covered the front and back of the blond, leaving the sides of his legs completely bare. The slim legs walked gracefully as the vision walked past him, glancing up at him only briefly, his chocolate eyes catching the prince's before he looked away and continued down the hall.

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