Post by Scoleciphobic on Feb 2, 2005 20:40:25 GMT -5
The warm Egyptian sun warmed your naked body as you stood on the balcony. Closing your eyes, you raised your arms and began to sing a morning praise to Ra. The words seemed to flow from your mouth like sweet water.
A pair of strong, tanned arms wrapped themselves around your nude waist.
“You are so beautiful, even Isis should be jealous,” a deep, soothing voice whispered in your ear.
You smiled. “You will anger the gods with those words.”<br>
The man chuckled. “I care not. Perhaps Hathor will see my statements are out of love.”<br>
“Perhaps Ra will tell her to destroy you as Sekhemet.” You turned in his arms so your breasts brushed against his chest. “Egypt cannot lose her pharaoh,” you said. “I cannot lose my pharaoh.”<br>
He pulled you tighter against him. “I am not the pharaoh, to you, beloved. I am just plain Atemu.”<br>
You smiled more. “Plain Atemu, leader of Egypt.”<br>
He growled playfully. “I never can win with you, Sagira.”<br>
You gently kissed him. “No, not with me.”<br>
A smile spread on his handsome face. “Come, dress with me. I must go to a listening today.”<br>
You laughed softly. “How does that require <i>me</i> to dress?”<br>
“So you can come and keep me sane.”<br>
“Alright, I will come,” you said. “But I will meet you there.”<br>
That said, you slowly began walking away from him. You made sure to swing your hips, and knew the sixteen-year-old couldn’t keep his eyes off you.
“Tease!”<br>
You glanced over your shoulder and winked at him before leaving his rooms.
A little while later, you stood just to the left of Atemu’s throne. You were wearing a light-blue linen gown that went beautifully with your deep azure eyes. When you had appeared, Atemu had given you a look that told you quite clearly you would pay for the earlier taunting. You had just smiled sweetly.
“The Pharaoh will hear your petition, Sirus from Greece.”<br>
A man in a toga stepped forward. “I am here on behalf of my king. He wants to form an alliance, through the marriage between the pharaoh Atemu and his daughter Trypheana.”<br>
You couldn’t help but snort at the name. Trypheana: “pleasure seeker”.
At her name, a woman stepped out of the crowd and in front of Sirus. She threw her hood back. A gasp rippled through the room. You saw Atemu tense in his seat. You inhaled sharply, knowing the look on his face:
Lust.
You felt a dull ache begin in your chest. Once again, the fact you were nothing but a concubine reared its ugly head.
“Our countries have been at war for centuries. Now, there is the opportunity to bring a peace to our people,” she said, her voice grating on your nerves. “What do you say?”<br>
In a few seconds, he’ll turn her down, you thought. It’s what always happened.
“We accept.”<br>
His words seemed to echo in your mind. You could feel yourself staring at him. He didn’t even look over at you. It was like you didn’t exist anymore! That hurt you, deeply.
One look at her, and I’m forgotten.
Furiously hurt, you whirled and stormed out of the room. It wasn’t like you to get jealous, after all, the pharaoh usually had his own harem. Atemu had promised it would be only you, he loved.
Trypheana had changed all that.
How could he?
Storming into his bed chamber, you tore off the clothes you had put on for him. To save him from boredom. Looks like Trypheana could do that on her own. Going over to the balcony you had sung to Ra from, you stared out over the city.
Far below you, men crowded around to glimpse you. It was common knowledge that you would stand there naked, possibly for hours. You looked down at them, and smiled sadly. The majority of them kept staring at you. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a flash of gold and a blur of white.
Bakura? You were surprised. He’s one of my “admirers”?
Taking a bracelet off your wrist, and grabbing the robe-like dress, you pulled the linen material through the ring. Whoever catches this, will save me from Trypheana, you thought. Closing your eyes, you flung the bundle over to railing.
You opened your eyes to see who caught it. To your amusement, the men below fought each other to get it. But it fell, and landed in a pair of tanned, muscular arms. The one who caught it looked up at you with a wry smirk.
You gasped when you recognized the violet eyes. Malik!
A pair of strong, tanned arms wrapped themselves around your nude waist.
“You are so beautiful, even Isis should be jealous,” a deep, soothing voice whispered in your ear.
You smiled. “You will anger the gods with those words.”<br>
The man chuckled. “I care not. Perhaps Hathor will see my statements are out of love.”<br>
“Perhaps Ra will tell her to destroy you as Sekhemet.” You turned in his arms so your breasts brushed against his chest. “Egypt cannot lose her pharaoh,” you said. “I cannot lose my pharaoh.”<br>
He pulled you tighter against him. “I am not the pharaoh, to you, beloved. I am just plain Atemu.”<br>
You smiled more. “Plain Atemu, leader of Egypt.”<br>
He growled playfully. “I never can win with you, Sagira.”<br>
You gently kissed him. “No, not with me.”<br>
A smile spread on his handsome face. “Come, dress with me. I must go to a listening today.”<br>
You laughed softly. “How does that require <i>me</i> to dress?”<br>
“So you can come and keep me sane.”<br>
“Alright, I will come,” you said. “But I will meet you there.”<br>
That said, you slowly began walking away from him. You made sure to swing your hips, and knew the sixteen-year-old couldn’t keep his eyes off you.
“Tease!”<br>
You glanced over your shoulder and winked at him before leaving his rooms.
~
A little while later, you stood just to the left of Atemu’s throne. You were wearing a light-blue linen gown that went beautifully with your deep azure eyes. When you had appeared, Atemu had given you a look that told you quite clearly you would pay for the earlier taunting. You had just smiled sweetly.
“The Pharaoh will hear your petition, Sirus from Greece.”<br>
A man in a toga stepped forward. “I am here on behalf of my king. He wants to form an alliance, through the marriage between the pharaoh Atemu and his daughter Trypheana.”<br>
You couldn’t help but snort at the name. Trypheana: “pleasure seeker”.
At her name, a woman stepped out of the crowd and in front of Sirus. She threw her hood back. A gasp rippled through the room. You saw Atemu tense in his seat. You inhaled sharply, knowing the look on his face:
Lust.
You felt a dull ache begin in your chest. Once again, the fact you were nothing but a concubine reared its ugly head.
“Our countries have been at war for centuries. Now, there is the opportunity to bring a peace to our people,” she said, her voice grating on your nerves. “What do you say?”<br>
In a few seconds, he’ll turn her down, you thought. It’s what always happened.
“We accept.”<br>
His words seemed to echo in your mind. You could feel yourself staring at him. He didn’t even look over at you. It was like you didn’t exist anymore! That hurt you, deeply.
One look at her, and I’m forgotten.
Furiously hurt, you whirled and stormed out of the room. It wasn’t like you to get jealous, after all, the pharaoh usually had his own harem. Atemu had promised it would be only you, he loved.
Trypheana had changed all that.
How could he?
Storming into his bed chamber, you tore off the clothes you had put on for him. To save him from boredom. Looks like Trypheana could do that on her own. Going over to the balcony you had sung to Ra from, you stared out over the city.
Far below you, men crowded around to glimpse you. It was common knowledge that you would stand there naked, possibly for hours. You looked down at them, and smiled sadly. The majority of them kept staring at you. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a flash of gold and a blur of white.
Bakura? You were surprised. He’s one of my “admirers”?
Taking a bracelet off your wrist, and grabbing the robe-like dress, you pulled the linen material through the ring. Whoever catches this, will save me from Trypheana, you thought. Closing your eyes, you flung the bundle over to railing.
You opened your eyes to see who caught it. To your amusement, the men below fought each other to get it. But it fell, and landed in a pair of tanned, muscular arms. The one who caught it looked up at you with a wry smirk.
You gasped when you recognized the violet eyes. Malik!
