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Neena watched the approach of the newcomers from the Tempest of Set with a smile and a cocked head, her expression one of curiosity. Like the Egyptian girl that had come to join them so unexpectantly, Neena hadn't heard of the Tempest either but she put that down more to her travelling than their level of fame. She rarely stayed in a single place long enough to ever hear about such famous travellers or entertainers. The same for merchants, nobility or politicians. To Neena, everyone was equal because she knew nobody. They all came into her sphere are brand new entities and they all left as equals.
She watched the exchange between the players involved, her eyes turning suspicious and narrowing a little. She was a bold and friendly person herself but Neena seemed to possess the knack of being able to instigate her presence somewhere without bombarding into it with all the authority of ownership. These two seemed a little different, willing to drink wine that wasn't offered and take seats that weren't given.
When the man summoned two young girls to come and dance for the Egyptian lord in exchange for such things they had already taken, Neena was curious as to their technique - being a skilled dancer herself - but disliked the idea of the is guy leading the two by the nose like they were tools for his benefit. It sounded a little too much like Neena's past experience with slavery for her comfort.
Instead, Neena got up, dusted the sands from her bottom and moved to say a proper hello to the girl of the pair. She had black hair and pale skin that she off set with bright and vivid reds. She lounged near the man that led the party, watching him with an avid eye that Neena read as the look of a lover.
"So..." She said, attempting to be friendly. "Are you enjoying the new year? This is my first one in Egypt, so it's all pretty new and wild to me!"
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Neena watched the approach of the newcomers from the Tempest of Set with a smile and a cocked head, her expression one of curiosity. Like the Egyptian girl that had come to join them so unexpectantly, Neena hadn't heard of the Tempest either but she put that down more to her travelling than their level of fame. She rarely stayed in a single place long enough to ever hear about such famous travellers or entertainers. The same for merchants, nobility or politicians. To Neena, everyone was equal because she knew nobody. They all came into her sphere are brand new entities and they all left as equals.
She watched the exchange between the players involved, her eyes turning suspicious and narrowing a little. She was a bold and friendly person herself but Neena seemed to possess the knack of being able to instigate her presence somewhere without bombarding into it with all the authority of ownership. These two seemed a little different, willing to drink wine that wasn't offered and take seats that weren't given.
When the man summoned two young girls to come and dance for the Egyptian lord in exchange for such things they had already taken, Neena was curious as to their technique - being a skilled dancer herself - but disliked the idea of the is guy leading the two by the nose like they were tools for his benefit. It sounded a little too much like Neena's past experience with slavery for her comfort.
Instead, Neena got up, dusted the sands from her bottom and moved to say a proper hello to the girl of the pair. She had black hair and pale skin that she off set with bright and vivid reds. She lounged near the man that led the party, watching him with an avid eye that Neena read as the look of a lover.
"So..." She said, attempting to be friendly. "Are you enjoying the new year? This is my first one in Egypt, so it's all pretty new and wild to me!"
Neena watched the approach of the newcomers from the Tempest of Set with a smile and a cocked head, her expression one of curiosity. Like the Egyptian girl that had come to join them so unexpectantly, Neena hadn't heard of the Tempest either but she put that down more to her travelling than their level of fame. She rarely stayed in a single place long enough to ever hear about such famous travellers or entertainers. The same for merchants, nobility or politicians. To Neena, everyone was equal because she knew nobody. They all came into her sphere are brand new entities and they all left as equals.
She watched the exchange between the players involved, her eyes turning suspicious and narrowing a little. She was a bold and friendly person herself but Neena seemed to possess the knack of being able to instigate her presence somewhere without bombarding into it with all the authority of ownership. These two seemed a little different, willing to drink wine that wasn't offered and take seats that weren't given.
When the man summoned two young girls to come and dance for the Egyptian lord in exchange for such things they had already taken, Neena was curious as to their technique - being a skilled dancer herself - but disliked the idea of the is guy leading the two by the nose like they were tools for his benefit. It sounded a little too much like Neena's past experience with slavery for her comfort.
Instead, Neena got up, dusted the sands from her bottom and moved to say a proper hello to the girl of the pair. She had black hair and pale skin that she off set with bright and vivid reds. She lounged near the man that led the party, watching him with an avid eye that Neena read as the look of a lover.
"So..." She said, attempting to be friendly. "Are you enjoying the new year? This is my first one in Egypt, so it's all pretty new and wild to me!"
Where Neena took to speaking with the woman of the Tempest Set pairing, Rubiah was holding more interest in the man. The way that he spoke was irritating and the way that he subtly put down her lack of knowledge of the Tempest to her own ignorance was grating. But it was clear that his exceptional looks had sparked in him a confidence that was unjustified. For what was he? A simple performer? An advertiser? Even if he owned the whole damn tempest thing, he was beneath her and she could only hold herself to being nobility adjacent.
At least for now.
Her connection to Ressiah opened up doors that Rubiah would eventually wish to exploit but she was hardly interested in breaking with her freedom now. Even if she did eventually wed a man, she had no intention of birthing children and would expect her male to be but the coin purse to her own adventures. Liberty in a pretty dressing.
Her eyes trailed over Amenemhat's body, the way it was both strong and finely sculpted. Her eyes turned heated and she watched him with a shrewd gaze. When he declared his little group to be the very height of entertainment in Egypt, Rubiah gave a little laugh, her hair falling back over her shoulders. She shook her head a little at the arrogance of it all.
"Oh please..." She said, her legs straightening out before her and her ankles crossing in place. Despite her small stature, Rubiah was built on sexy proportions, her legs longer than her torso and her muscles and limbs toned and well defined. "The greatest entertainment in Egypt can be found by anyone who declares themselves to be so..." Her lips curled as her thighs shifted against one another. "Only those who have experienced all the kingdom has to offer know where the true entertainments lie."
Her gaze trailed over the scandalous and hedonistic behaviours of the people on the riverbank. She then raised a brow at Mr. Arrogant.
"Have you not yet indulged this evening, oh great one?"
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Where Neena took to speaking with the woman of the Tempest Set pairing, Rubiah was holding more interest in the man. The way that he spoke was irritating and the way that he subtly put down her lack of knowledge of the Tempest to her own ignorance was grating. But it was clear that his exceptional looks had sparked in him a confidence that was unjustified. For what was he? A simple performer? An advertiser? Even if he owned the whole damn tempest thing, he was beneath her and she could only hold herself to being nobility adjacent.
At least for now.
Her connection to Ressiah opened up doors that Rubiah would eventually wish to exploit but she was hardly interested in breaking with her freedom now. Even if she did eventually wed a man, she had no intention of birthing children and would expect her male to be but the coin purse to her own adventures. Liberty in a pretty dressing.
Her eyes trailed over Amenemhat's body, the way it was both strong and finely sculpted. Her eyes turned heated and she watched him with a shrewd gaze. When he declared his little group to be the very height of entertainment in Egypt, Rubiah gave a little laugh, her hair falling back over her shoulders. She shook her head a little at the arrogance of it all.
"Oh please..." She said, her legs straightening out before her and her ankles crossing in place. Despite her small stature, Rubiah was built on sexy proportions, her legs longer than her torso and her muscles and limbs toned and well defined. "The greatest entertainment in Egypt can be found by anyone who declares themselves to be so..." Her lips curled as her thighs shifted against one another. "Only those who have experienced all the kingdom has to offer know where the true entertainments lie."
Her gaze trailed over the scandalous and hedonistic behaviours of the people on the riverbank. She then raised a brow at Mr. Arrogant.
"Have you not yet indulged this evening, oh great one?"
Where Neena took to speaking with the woman of the Tempest Set pairing, Rubiah was holding more interest in the man. The way that he spoke was irritating and the way that he subtly put down her lack of knowledge of the Tempest to her own ignorance was grating. But it was clear that his exceptional looks had sparked in him a confidence that was unjustified. For what was he? A simple performer? An advertiser? Even if he owned the whole damn tempest thing, he was beneath her and she could only hold herself to being nobility adjacent.
At least for now.
Her connection to Ressiah opened up doors that Rubiah would eventually wish to exploit but she was hardly interested in breaking with her freedom now. Even if she did eventually wed a man, she had no intention of birthing children and would expect her male to be but the coin purse to her own adventures. Liberty in a pretty dressing.
Her eyes trailed over Amenemhat's body, the way it was both strong and finely sculpted. Her eyes turned heated and she watched him with a shrewd gaze. When he declared his little group to be the very height of entertainment in Egypt, Rubiah gave a little laugh, her hair falling back over her shoulders. She shook her head a little at the arrogance of it all.
"Oh please..." She said, her legs straightening out before her and her ankles crossing in place. Despite her small stature, Rubiah was built on sexy proportions, her legs longer than her torso and her muscles and limbs toned and well defined. "The greatest entertainment in Egypt can be found by anyone who declares themselves to be so..." Her lips curled as her thighs shifted against one another. "Only those who have experienced all the kingdom has to offer know where the true entertainments lie."
Her gaze trailed over the scandalous and hedonistic behaviours of the people on the riverbank. She then raised a brow at Mr. Arrogant.
"Have you not yet indulged this evening, oh great one?"
Safiya draped the fur cloak around her shoulders and the almost fifteen-year-old Queen thanked her with a smile. How must her lady-in-waiting feel, stuck attending her when everyone around her was drinking and having a good time? Groups were forming and reforming, nobles and commoners mingling with each other while partaking of the food and drink set out for them. “Go and enjoy yourself, Safiya,” Hatsehpsut told the other girl. “You don’t need to stay with me all night. I’ll be fine.”
Her eyes lit upon a group of giggling girls about her own age, whispering behind their hands as they observed a handsome young man standing nearby. He knew they were talking about him; she could see that by the way he puffed out his chest as he passed by them. If I had not been born to be Queen, she thought wistfully, I might have been one of those girls, laughing without a care in the world.
Instead she sat regally in her pavilion, wrapped in a fur cloak and drinking from a golden chalice, both things that most people here would never be able to afford. Hatshepsut had no right to complain about her life. Freedom was one of the sacrifices she had made for her kingdom. At any time, she could get up and walk around to greet her people. She just couldn’t join the group that was dancing to the music of the lyre-player or run along the shoreline like a few of the children were doing.
Her gaze traveled over the crowds again, noticing a flamboyantly dressed man join a group that included Akhenaten H’Shiefa and the scantily-dressed Rubiah of Qulaha. The stranger was accompanied by a pretty young woman and followed by two young acrobats. Hatshepsut knew, of course, that the circus was currently in Cairo. She was apprised of everything that went on in Egypt, though her mother still ruled in her place. That will change as the sun begins to rise and I officially become of age.
She remembered attending the circus several times as a child, sitting at the front in an area reserved for the royal family. When her father was alive, she liked to perch upon his lap and watch a succession of amazing acts that entertained and delighted her. Hatshepsut doubted she would be able to go this time, as she was about to be given more responsibility. It saddened her that she would miss the show. Perhaps the man … most likely the ringmaster … and his entourage would perform for her tonight. She hoped that they would. It was soon to be her birthday, after all.
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Safiya draped the fur cloak around her shoulders and the almost fifteen-year-old Queen thanked her with a smile. How must her lady-in-waiting feel, stuck attending her when everyone around her was drinking and having a good time? Groups were forming and reforming, nobles and commoners mingling with each other while partaking of the food and drink set out for them. “Go and enjoy yourself, Safiya,” Hatsehpsut told the other girl. “You don’t need to stay with me all night. I’ll be fine.”
Her eyes lit upon a group of giggling girls about her own age, whispering behind their hands as they observed a handsome young man standing nearby. He knew they were talking about him; she could see that by the way he puffed out his chest as he passed by them. If I had not been born to be Queen, she thought wistfully, I might have been one of those girls, laughing without a care in the world.
Instead she sat regally in her pavilion, wrapped in a fur cloak and drinking from a golden chalice, both things that most people here would never be able to afford. Hatshepsut had no right to complain about her life. Freedom was one of the sacrifices she had made for her kingdom. At any time, she could get up and walk around to greet her people. She just couldn’t join the group that was dancing to the music of the lyre-player or run along the shoreline like a few of the children were doing.
Her gaze traveled over the crowds again, noticing a flamboyantly dressed man join a group that included Akhenaten H’Shiefa and the scantily-dressed Rubiah of Qulaha. The stranger was accompanied by a pretty young woman and followed by two young acrobats. Hatshepsut knew, of course, that the circus was currently in Cairo. She was apprised of everything that went on in Egypt, though her mother still ruled in her place. That will change as the sun begins to rise and I officially become of age.
She remembered attending the circus several times as a child, sitting at the front in an area reserved for the royal family. When her father was alive, she liked to perch upon his lap and watch a succession of amazing acts that entertained and delighted her. Hatshepsut doubted she would be able to go this time, as she was about to be given more responsibility. It saddened her that she would miss the show. Perhaps the man … most likely the ringmaster … and his entourage would perform for her tonight. She hoped that they would. It was soon to be her birthday, after all.
Safiya draped the fur cloak around her shoulders and the almost fifteen-year-old Queen thanked her with a smile. How must her lady-in-waiting feel, stuck attending her when everyone around her was drinking and having a good time? Groups were forming and reforming, nobles and commoners mingling with each other while partaking of the food and drink set out for them. “Go and enjoy yourself, Safiya,” Hatsehpsut told the other girl. “You don’t need to stay with me all night. I’ll be fine.”
Her eyes lit upon a group of giggling girls about her own age, whispering behind their hands as they observed a handsome young man standing nearby. He knew they were talking about him; she could see that by the way he puffed out his chest as he passed by them. If I had not been born to be Queen, she thought wistfully, I might have been one of those girls, laughing without a care in the world.
Instead she sat regally in her pavilion, wrapped in a fur cloak and drinking from a golden chalice, both things that most people here would never be able to afford. Hatshepsut had no right to complain about her life. Freedom was one of the sacrifices she had made for her kingdom. At any time, she could get up and walk around to greet her people. She just couldn’t join the group that was dancing to the music of the lyre-player or run along the shoreline like a few of the children were doing.
Her gaze traveled over the crowds again, noticing a flamboyantly dressed man join a group that included Akhenaten H’Shiefa and the scantily-dressed Rubiah of Qulaha. The stranger was accompanied by a pretty young woman and followed by two young acrobats. Hatshepsut knew, of course, that the circus was currently in Cairo. She was apprised of everything that went on in Egypt, though her mother still ruled in her place. That will change as the sun begins to rise and I officially become of age.
She remembered attending the circus several times as a child, sitting at the front in an area reserved for the royal family. When her father was alive, she liked to perch upon his lap and watch a succession of amazing acts that entertained and delighted her. Hatshepsut doubted she would be able to go this time, as she was about to be given more responsibility. It saddened her that she would miss the show. Perhaps the man … most likely the ringmaster … and his entourage would perform for her tonight. She hoped that they would. It was soon to be her birthday, after all.
Kill her. Poison her wine. Watch as she chokes on her own blood. She’s pitiful. She’s nothing. She should be destroyed. No, no, Kesi. It wouldn’t be a good thing to kill in front of everyone. She’s a bully. That she is. And for speaking so harshly to her God she deserved to die by choking on her own tongue as it got shoved down her throat, swollen and bloody. She spoke ill of the circus. She was unable to see the blessing it gave all of Egypt, all because of Amenemhat.
Are you enjoying the new year? The other girl was nicer. Kesi didn’t want to kill this one. She was no bully. And perhaps because of this Kesi managed a smile and a, “I am, yes. I’m glad you’re enjoying it as well.” But the stench of the other girl being so near tainted this one. She may not deserve to suffer, but Kesi had no desire to speak with her or the man for that matter.
Dark eyes slid up to her brother. He would be annoyed. He may not show it, but Kesi knew Amenemhat. She knew him better than she knew herself. She knew when he preferred to go to sleep when he preferred to wake up. She knew when something troubled him, and when best to avoid him and give him his space. Kesi rarely understood herself, but she gave everything so she could understand Nem. How else could she serve him if she couldn’t understand him?
And Kesi knew exactly how to soothe his ruffled feathers. Have you not yet indulged this evening, oh great one? Kesi knew her tone to be sarcastic. Sarcasm sometimes went over the girl’s head, but not this time. But little did this idiot know her brother was a god. Everything he was was everything she could never be.
But indulging would be the exact way to cheer her brother up. So Kesi slipped her hand into his and brought it to her lips so she could kiss the tips of his fingertips. “He has, and he will again. Now if you excuse us, I hope you do enjoy the Liu sisters and the rest of your night.” I hope Feiyan puts poison in your drink. Well, except the other one. The non-bully one. She might not even know those two. It’s not like you can see a snake as it slithers in the shadows. You have to listen to the rattles and hisses. And Kesi happened to be an expert in just that.
With a coy smile, Kesi pulled her brother away from the group. Let the real night begin.
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Kill her. Poison her wine. Watch as she chokes on her own blood. She’s pitiful. She’s nothing. She should be destroyed. No, no, Kesi. It wouldn’t be a good thing to kill in front of everyone. She’s a bully. That she is. And for speaking so harshly to her God she deserved to die by choking on her own tongue as it got shoved down her throat, swollen and bloody. She spoke ill of the circus. She was unable to see the blessing it gave all of Egypt, all because of Amenemhat.
Are you enjoying the new year? The other girl was nicer. Kesi didn’t want to kill this one. She was no bully. And perhaps because of this Kesi managed a smile and a, “I am, yes. I’m glad you’re enjoying it as well.” But the stench of the other girl being so near tainted this one. She may not deserve to suffer, but Kesi had no desire to speak with her or the man for that matter.
Dark eyes slid up to her brother. He would be annoyed. He may not show it, but Kesi knew Amenemhat. She knew him better than she knew herself. She knew when he preferred to go to sleep when he preferred to wake up. She knew when something troubled him, and when best to avoid him and give him his space. Kesi rarely understood herself, but she gave everything so she could understand Nem. How else could she serve him if she couldn’t understand him?
And Kesi knew exactly how to soothe his ruffled feathers. Have you not yet indulged this evening, oh great one? Kesi knew her tone to be sarcastic. Sarcasm sometimes went over the girl’s head, but not this time. But little did this idiot know her brother was a god. Everything he was was everything she could never be.
But indulging would be the exact way to cheer her brother up. So Kesi slipped her hand into his and brought it to her lips so she could kiss the tips of his fingertips. “He has, and he will again. Now if you excuse us, I hope you do enjoy the Liu sisters and the rest of your night.” I hope Feiyan puts poison in your drink. Well, except the other one. The non-bully one. She might not even know those two. It’s not like you can see a snake as it slithers in the shadows. You have to listen to the rattles and hisses. And Kesi happened to be an expert in just that.
With a coy smile, Kesi pulled her brother away from the group. Let the real night begin.
Kill her. Poison her wine. Watch as she chokes on her own blood. She’s pitiful. She’s nothing. She should be destroyed. No, no, Kesi. It wouldn’t be a good thing to kill in front of everyone. She’s a bully. That she is. And for speaking so harshly to her God she deserved to die by choking on her own tongue as it got shoved down her throat, swollen and bloody. She spoke ill of the circus. She was unable to see the blessing it gave all of Egypt, all because of Amenemhat.
Are you enjoying the new year? The other girl was nicer. Kesi didn’t want to kill this one. She was no bully. And perhaps because of this Kesi managed a smile and a, “I am, yes. I’m glad you’re enjoying it as well.” But the stench of the other girl being so near tainted this one. She may not deserve to suffer, but Kesi had no desire to speak with her or the man for that matter.
Dark eyes slid up to her brother. He would be annoyed. He may not show it, but Kesi knew Amenemhat. She knew him better than she knew herself. She knew when he preferred to go to sleep when he preferred to wake up. She knew when something troubled him, and when best to avoid him and give him his space. Kesi rarely understood herself, but she gave everything so she could understand Nem. How else could she serve him if she couldn’t understand him?
And Kesi knew exactly how to soothe his ruffled feathers. Have you not yet indulged this evening, oh great one? Kesi knew her tone to be sarcastic. Sarcasm sometimes went over the girl’s head, but not this time. But little did this idiot know her brother was a god. Everything he was was everything she could never be.
But indulging would be the exact way to cheer her brother up. So Kesi slipped her hand into his and brought it to her lips so she could kiss the tips of his fingertips. “He has, and he will again. Now if you excuse us, I hope you do enjoy the Liu sisters and the rest of your night.” I hope Feiyan puts poison in your drink. Well, except the other one. The non-bully one. She might not even know those two. It’s not like you can see a snake as it slithers in the shadows. You have to listen to the rattles and hisses. And Kesi happened to be an expert in just that.
With a coy smile, Kesi pulled her brother away from the group. Let the real night begin.
“Pack the wine and food away.” He stated to one of his slaves, and that slave took the message to the rest of them, who began to pack up the wine and everything he had brought with him. If people now thought they could walk up and join in on his goods without permission, then no one would get a thing. Akhenaten H’Sheifa was not one to give charity. Let alone to some random people that thought they were important enough to take what they wanted.
He held no real interest in some circus, he was not a child. He had better things to do with his time rather than watch some performers doing tricks that would put children in awe. The man’s words were not impressive to him, nor were they enough to illicit a reaction from him. He simply watched as the performers did their thing, his own belongings now carefully packed and guarded by his slaves, aside from the furs and blankets they sat on upon the sands.
He had to admit, the dancers weren’t bad. He wasn’t overly impressed, but he wasn’t unimpressed either. The dance was enticingly sensuous, and he could see the merit behind it. Women could bring in plenty of men, and the money that lined their pockets.
Once the dancing was done and the two circus leaders or what ever they were had taken their leave, Akhenaten stood was well. Commanding the rest of his stuff be cleaned up and brought back to the H’Sheifa house for now, he had decided he would instead wander and indulge himself in other peoples wine and drugs for awhile, as well as perhaps the fine form of a woman or two.
He looked at Neena, who had been left standing there was the other two had taken their leave.
“Are you coming? The night is still young, and there is must mischief to be had.” He stated, she was the only one of the small group that had gathered that he had really thought was at least sort of cool. The way that she had knocked that man out with the cup, that had been rather entertaining. Perhaps she would serve to be more entertainment throughout the night.
With that invitation extended, he made off in a direction, scanning for someone he knew that would provide more wine to fill his cup without him having to put in any effort.
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“Pack the wine and food away.” He stated to one of his slaves, and that slave took the message to the rest of them, who began to pack up the wine and everything he had brought with him. If people now thought they could walk up and join in on his goods without permission, then no one would get a thing. Akhenaten H’Sheifa was not one to give charity. Let alone to some random people that thought they were important enough to take what they wanted.
He held no real interest in some circus, he was not a child. He had better things to do with his time rather than watch some performers doing tricks that would put children in awe. The man’s words were not impressive to him, nor were they enough to illicit a reaction from him. He simply watched as the performers did their thing, his own belongings now carefully packed and guarded by his slaves, aside from the furs and blankets they sat on upon the sands.
He had to admit, the dancers weren’t bad. He wasn’t overly impressed, but he wasn’t unimpressed either. The dance was enticingly sensuous, and he could see the merit behind it. Women could bring in plenty of men, and the money that lined their pockets.
Once the dancing was done and the two circus leaders or what ever they were had taken their leave, Akhenaten stood was well. Commanding the rest of his stuff be cleaned up and brought back to the H’Sheifa house for now, he had decided he would instead wander and indulge himself in other peoples wine and drugs for awhile, as well as perhaps the fine form of a woman or two.
He looked at Neena, who had been left standing there was the other two had taken their leave.
“Are you coming? The night is still young, and there is must mischief to be had.” He stated, she was the only one of the small group that had gathered that he had really thought was at least sort of cool. The way that she had knocked that man out with the cup, that had been rather entertaining. Perhaps she would serve to be more entertainment throughout the night.
With that invitation extended, he made off in a direction, scanning for someone he knew that would provide more wine to fill his cup without him having to put in any effort.
“Pack the wine and food away.” He stated to one of his slaves, and that slave took the message to the rest of them, who began to pack up the wine and everything he had brought with him. If people now thought they could walk up and join in on his goods without permission, then no one would get a thing. Akhenaten H’Sheifa was not one to give charity. Let alone to some random people that thought they were important enough to take what they wanted.
He held no real interest in some circus, he was not a child. He had better things to do with his time rather than watch some performers doing tricks that would put children in awe. The man’s words were not impressive to him, nor were they enough to illicit a reaction from him. He simply watched as the performers did their thing, his own belongings now carefully packed and guarded by his slaves, aside from the furs and blankets they sat on upon the sands.
He had to admit, the dancers weren’t bad. He wasn’t overly impressed, but he wasn’t unimpressed either. The dance was enticingly sensuous, and he could see the merit behind it. Women could bring in plenty of men, and the money that lined their pockets.
Once the dancing was done and the two circus leaders or what ever they were had taken their leave, Akhenaten stood was well. Commanding the rest of his stuff be cleaned up and brought back to the H’Sheifa house for now, he had decided he would instead wander and indulge himself in other peoples wine and drugs for awhile, as well as perhaps the fine form of a woman or two.
He looked at Neena, who had been left standing there was the other two had taken their leave.
“Are you coming? The night is still young, and there is must mischief to be had.” He stated, she was the only one of the small group that had gathered that he had really thought was at least sort of cool. The way that she had knocked that man out with the cup, that had been rather entertaining. Perhaps she would serve to be more entertainment throughout the night.
With that invitation extended, he made off in a direction, scanning for someone he knew that would provide more wine to fill his cup without him having to put in any effort.
About an hour before midnight, Hatshepsut rose from her divan and walked around the area, greeting her subjects and giving them the chance to speak to their Queen. Surrounded by her guards and followed by her entourage, nobody was allowed too close to her. Many people wished her a pleasant birthday and some of them gave her small gifts. A few made appointments to speak to her about issues they had or disputes they were involved in that needed her guidance. It was her mother, of course, who would make the decisions, but she would be there by her side, still learning how to rule.
Her servants carried the gifts that had been given to her tonight. Presents had been arriving at the palace for the last week and the majority would be delivered tomorrow. There would be celebrations after the rain stopped, with food and entertainment in every part of Egypt. She would ride through the streets of Cairo in her sedan chair so that everyone could wish her well. The festivities had been a tradition since she had become Queen, and while she wished she could stay at home, she didn’t want to disappoint her people.
Eventually, she went back to her pavilion where the night passed wit music and merriment. Minstrels serenaded her, and a group of actors put on a play just for her. The two exotic acrobats from the circus performed in front of the pavilion. A few hours before the sun rose, Hatshepsut played her harp and sang to a delighted audience.
When the sun finally began to rise in the sky, she stood on the banks of the Nile. As everyone hoped, it began to rain and she let it soak her to the skin while she lifted her head to the sky. The young Queen dried off quickly in the heat and soon was on her way back to the palace for a few hours of sleep before her birthday began in earnest.
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About an hour before midnight, Hatshepsut rose from her divan and walked around the area, greeting her subjects and giving them the chance to speak to their Queen. Surrounded by her guards and followed by her entourage, nobody was allowed too close to her. Many people wished her a pleasant birthday and some of them gave her small gifts. A few made appointments to speak to her about issues they had or disputes they were involved in that needed her guidance. It was her mother, of course, who would make the decisions, but she would be there by her side, still learning how to rule.
Her servants carried the gifts that had been given to her tonight. Presents had been arriving at the palace for the last week and the majority would be delivered tomorrow. There would be celebrations after the rain stopped, with food and entertainment in every part of Egypt. She would ride through the streets of Cairo in her sedan chair so that everyone could wish her well. The festivities had been a tradition since she had become Queen, and while she wished she could stay at home, she didn’t want to disappoint her people.
Eventually, she went back to her pavilion where the night passed wit music and merriment. Minstrels serenaded her, and a group of actors put on a play just for her. The two exotic acrobats from the circus performed in front of the pavilion. A few hours before the sun rose, Hatshepsut played her harp and sang to a delighted audience.
When the sun finally began to rise in the sky, she stood on the banks of the Nile. As everyone hoped, it began to rain and she let it soak her to the skin while she lifted her head to the sky. The young Queen dried off quickly in the heat and soon was on her way back to the palace for a few hours of sleep before her birthday began in earnest.
About an hour before midnight, Hatshepsut rose from her divan and walked around the area, greeting her subjects and giving them the chance to speak to their Queen. Surrounded by her guards and followed by her entourage, nobody was allowed too close to her. Many people wished her a pleasant birthday and some of them gave her small gifts. A few made appointments to speak to her about issues they had or disputes they were involved in that needed her guidance. It was her mother, of course, who would make the decisions, but she would be there by her side, still learning how to rule.
Her servants carried the gifts that had been given to her tonight. Presents had been arriving at the palace for the last week and the majority would be delivered tomorrow. There would be celebrations after the rain stopped, with food and entertainment in every part of Egypt. She would ride through the streets of Cairo in her sedan chair so that everyone could wish her well. The festivities had been a tradition since she had become Queen, and while she wished she could stay at home, she didn’t want to disappoint her people.
Eventually, she went back to her pavilion where the night passed wit music and merriment. Minstrels serenaded her, and a group of actors put on a play just for her. The two exotic acrobats from the circus performed in front of the pavilion. A few hours before the sun rose, Hatshepsut played her harp and sang to a delighted audience.
When the sun finally began to rise in the sky, she stood on the banks of the Nile. As everyone hoped, it began to rain and she let it soak her to the skin while she lifted her head to the sky. The young Queen dried off quickly in the heat and soon was on her way back to the palace for a few hours of sleep before her birthday began in earnest.