infantacatalina:

You will be remembered as a Pharaoh who understood the dignity of other men, a Pharaoh who would not waste the blood of his own to steal the riches of others. A Pharaoh who ruled not for himself, but for his people. 

                          That is the idea of a great and lasting king, and that is how you,
                              Pharaoh Tutankhamun, my brother, will be remembered. 

Hi yourself. Let’s talk about Tut. I’m really mad we didn’t get a real kiss the whole mini series. I mean, guys, they’re married!! Cut ur crap. Also the “she/he doesn’t have my heart” bullshit. I mean you can see that they love each other, and don’t mind sex with one another, so let’s cut our incest tabbo, right? But I liked how it was played, the sister-wife thing, but in my mind it would be more natural than this. Also they’re soooo sweet, and jealously <3

Yesssssss. Anon, I’m totally with you on all of this. Tut/Ankhe has become my favorite canon ship of its kind, but it’s definitely pretty obvious for those of us who would have liked to see more that a lot of what could have been there wasn’t. But I never complain, because they still gave us more than I expected them to give us. 

I like what you said about how it would have been more natural than this because I do think that’s a vary valid criticism and I can sense exactly what you mean by it. 

This was not their historical relationship. The writers included the sibling marriage and included Ankhe as an important character but they held back on the relationship by giving theme each lovers and having them say things like “she doesn’t have my heart”. I think they made the relationship very interesting and didn’t hold back as much as they might have, but yeah, it would have been nice to see proper kisses, and more frequent allusions to their sex life, etc.

I pull on his fingers softly, tired of this talk. “I have something to tell you…”

He tightens his grip on my fingers in excitement as I whisper that I’m carrying his child.

Tutankhamun gives a cry of proud joy. He lifts me in his arms and spins me until I shriek and demand that he stops.

“Think of the baby!” I admonish, laughing. “The baby,” he repeats, trying the words out on his lips. “Our baby.”

“If the gods will it,” I say soberly, resting my face against his.

“They will,” he breathes, “I swear it.

The Last Heiress: A Novel of Tutankhamun’s Queen – Stephanie Liaci
(via tiny-librarian)