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Hena had just heard some news that flipped everything he knew upside down. His oldest brother was not his father’s son. He was now the heir of the family. Duty bound and expected to straighten up and take responsibility. A sudden twist in his life that he had never wanted. He cared not for the duties of being heir, and one day head of the family.
The news had sent him reeling, confusion, rage, sadness, a little bit of every emotion swirled in his brain at that moment, and he didn’t know to begin sorting out any of it.
As usual, the rage began to take over, his reaction to anything going differently than he wanted to. He had at least made it to his chambers before it had become full fledged violence, taking it out on his possessions rather than slaves. His personal slave stood by the door, wincing and doing her best not to burst into tears as she watched Hena raging.
Any piece of furniture he could lift had been picked up and smashed, wood and clay littering the floor. His precious jewelry was spilled as well, gold and gems glittering among the splinters and pieces of ruined furniture. All of it, except the one gold arm band, intricately carved and smithed into the shape of leaves, a piece that he was never without.
He hadn’t even thought of his sisters, or his mother and father, or what any of this meant for anyone but himself. That was all he could think of at the moment, himself. How this changed his life, what it means for him. The more he thought about it, the more his anger raged.
He was not ready for his life to change, he had long since made his peace with being the youngest child and the second boy, accepting and learning to enjoy his life with few responsibilities and very little care for who he ended up marrying as long as she wasn’t a common street whore.
Now that would change. He would be expected to do so much more, to be so much more. And he didn’t want that. He hadn’t wanted that in a lot of years.
Akhenaten grabbed a wooden chair that he had not yet broken, lifting it over his head, he let out a loud and angry shout as the threw it to the ground, finding satisfaction in the noise and sight of it smashing on the floor, joining the rest of the destroyed furniture and decorations that littered his room. He knew that he would be able to be heard by those also in the house, and he gave no care.
All of them knew better by now than to try and interrupt him during one of his rages. The only one who stood any chances of calming him was Nia, and he wasn’t sure if she had even heard the news that had caused him such anger or not. Or if she was even around to hear his tantrum.
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Hena had just heard some news that flipped everything he knew upside down. His oldest brother was not his father’s son. He was now the heir of the family. Duty bound and expected to straighten up and take responsibility. A sudden twist in his life that he had never wanted. He cared not for the duties of being heir, and one day head of the family.
The news had sent him reeling, confusion, rage, sadness, a little bit of every emotion swirled in his brain at that moment, and he didn’t know to begin sorting out any of it.
As usual, the rage began to take over, his reaction to anything going differently than he wanted to. He had at least made it to his chambers before it had become full fledged violence, taking it out on his possessions rather than slaves. His personal slave stood by the door, wincing and doing her best not to burst into tears as she watched Hena raging.
Any piece of furniture he could lift had been picked up and smashed, wood and clay littering the floor. His precious jewelry was spilled as well, gold and gems glittering among the splinters and pieces of ruined furniture. All of it, except the one gold arm band, intricately carved and smithed into the shape of leaves, a piece that he was never without.
He hadn’t even thought of his sisters, or his mother and father, or what any of this meant for anyone but himself. That was all he could think of at the moment, himself. How this changed his life, what it means for him. The more he thought about it, the more his anger raged.
He was not ready for his life to change, he had long since made his peace with being the youngest child and the second boy, accepting and learning to enjoy his life with few responsibilities and very little care for who he ended up marrying as long as she wasn’t a common street whore.
Now that would change. He would be expected to do so much more, to be so much more. And he didn’t want that. He hadn’t wanted that in a lot of years.
Akhenaten grabbed a wooden chair that he had not yet broken, lifting it over his head, he let out a loud and angry shout as the threw it to the ground, finding satisfaction in the noise and sight of it smashing on the floor, joining the rest of the destroyed furniture and decorations that littered his room. He knew that he would be able to be heard by those also in the house, and he gave no care.
All of them knew better by now than to try and interrupt him during one of his rages. The only one who stood any chances of calming him was Nia, and he wasn’t sure if she had even heard the news that had caused him such anger or not. Or if she was even around to hear his tantrum.
Hena had just heard some news that flipped everything he knew upside down. His oldest brother was not his father’s son. He was now the heir of the family. Duty bound and expected to straighten up and take responsibility. A sudden twist in his life that he had never wanted. He cared not for the duties of being heir, and one day head of the family.
The news had sent him reeling, confusion, rage, sadness, a little bit of every emotion swirled in his brain at that moment, and he didn’t know to begin sorting out any of it.
As usual, the rage began to take over, his reaction to anything going differently than he wanted to. He had at least made it to his chambers before it had become full fledged violence, taking it out on his possessions rather than slaves. His personal slave stood by the door, wincing and doing her best not to burst into tears as she watched Hena raging.
Any piece of furniture he could lift had been picked up and smashed, wood and clay littering the floor. His precious jewelry was spilled as well, gold and gems glittering among the splinters and pieces of ruined furniture. All of it, except the one gold arm band, intricately carved and smithed into the shape of leaves, a piece that he was never without.
He hadn’t even thought of his sisters, or his mother and father, or what any of this meant for anyone but himself. That was all he could think of at the moment, himself. How this changed his life, what it means for him. The more he thought about it, the more his anger raged.
He was not ready for his life to change, he had long since made his peace with being the youngest child and the second boy, accepting and learning to enjoy his life with few responsibilities and very little care for who he ended up marrying as long as she wasn’t a common street whore.
Now that would change. He would be expected to do so much more, to be so much more. And he didn’t want that. He hadn’t wanted that in a lot of years.
Akhenaten grabbed a wooden chair that he had not yet broken, lifting it over his head, he let out a loud and angry shout as the threw it to the ground, finding satisfaction in the noise and sight of it smashing on the floor, joining the rest of the destroyed furniture and decorations that littered his room. He knew that he would be able to be heard by those also in the house, and he gave no care.
All of them knew better by now than to try and interrupt him during one of his rages. The only one who stood any chances of calming him was Nia, and he wasn’t sure if she had even heard the news that had caused him such anger or not. Or if she was even around to hear his tantrum.
It had been a long day in the saraaya of Hei Sheifa.
The revelation of Sutekh’s parentage had taken them all by storm, and the entire family was still reeling. The rage Nia’s father had shown her mother surpassed any she’d seen before, the normally calm man raising his voice and lashing out against his wife in a display of fury that left Nia scurrying for the hills. His anger was understandable, but perhaps a bit exaggerated—after all, it wasn’t like her mother could have said no when the late Pharaoh summoned her to his bedchamber. He was the morning and evening star; his word was law. When ordered, Iaheru had been left little choice.
But to raise him as their father’s heir for all these years? Well, maybe Nia could understand where Onuphrious was coming from. It was a hell of a secret to keep.
There were other changes that came to the household along with Sutekh leaving it. With the oldest son gone to the Palace, the duty of heir had to fall somewhere else, and with only one other male in the family…
Akhenaten’s rage echoed through the house, slaves scattering in his wake to where they might hide from the ensuing carnage. None of them wanted to be the ones to clean up the mess that was sure to follow, and neither did Nia. Not the literal mess, of course, but she knew she was the only one who could clean up the mess her youngest brother was sure to become.
Things were about to change for them both, that much was clear. Their carefree days of being the neglected problem children were soon coming to a close as Hena would be expected to step into Sutekh’s former shoes. Without her favorite child to hover over, Iaheru would descend on her youngest son like a vulture over carrion, snatching up Nia’s partner in crime and leaving her bereft of her favorite companion and best friend. She couldn’t remember the last time her heart had been so heavy.
With a drawn-out sigh, the young woman made her way down the hall toward the sounds of destruction that reverberated from her brother’s room. He was taking it about as well as she had expected, lashing out into a predictable rage that she knew wouldn’t be quelled by anyone else but her. The bond between she and Hena ran deep, far deeper than any of her other siblings, and Nia had long been convinced they were twins born too far apart. She knew he needed her now more than ever.
Nia stood in the doorway of her brother’s room, watching with an inscrutable expression as he lifted the chair over his head and threw it back toward the ground. She waited patiently until she knew he had seen her before walking into the room and standing in front of him. Gently, she reached out and put a hand on his shoulder, her other hand moving to stop his before it shattered anything else.
“Hena.” Her voice was soft and soothing, calm even in her own state of distress. Nia was an emotional creature by nature, but she cared more about her brother than anything else. For him, she could be the voice of reason, even if she couldn’t do it for herself. “Destroying the house won’t change anything, you know. Do you really want to make Father even angrier when he learns he must replace all of this?”
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It had been a long day in the saraaya of Hei Sheifa.
The revelation of Sutekh’s parentage had taken them all by storm, and the entire family was still reeling. The rage Nia’s father had shown her mother surpassed any she’d seen before, the normally calm man raising his voice and lashing out against his wife in a display of fury that left Nia scurrying for the hills. His anger was understandable, but perhaps a bit exaggerated—after all, it wasn’t like her mother could have said no when the late Pharaoh summoned her to his bedchamber. He was the morning and evening star; his word was law. When ordered, Iaheru had been left little choice.
But to raise him as their father’s heir for all these years? Well, maybe Nia could understand where Onuphrious was coming from. It was a hell of a secret to keep.
There were other changes that came to the household along with Sutekh leaving it. With the oldest son gone to the Palace, the duty of heir had to fall somewhere else, and with only one other male in the family…
Akhenaten’s rage echoed through the house, slaves scattering in his wake to where they might hide from the ensuing carnage. None of them wanted to be the ones to clean up the mess that was sure to follow, and neither did Nia. Not the literal mess, of course, but she knew she was the only one who could clean up the mess her youngest brother was sure to become.
Things were about to change for them both, that much was clear. Their carefree days of being the neglected problem children were soon coming to a close as Hena would be expected to step into Sutekh’s former shoes. Without her favorite child to hover over, Iaheru would descend on her youngest son like a vulture over carrion, snatching up Nia’s partner in crime and leaving her bereft of her favorite companion and best friend. She couldn’t remember the last time her heart had been so heavy.
With a drawn-out sigh, the young woman made her way down the hall toward the sounds of destruction that reverberated from her brother’s room. He was taking it about as well as she had expected, lashing out into a predictable rage that she knew wouldn’t be quelled by anyone else but her. The bond between she and Hena ran deep, far deeper than any of her other siblings, and Nia had long been convinced they were twins born too far apart. She knew he needed her now more than ever.
Nia stood in the doorway of her brother’s room, watching with an inscrutable expression as he lifted the chair over his head and threw it back toward the ground. She waited patiently until she knew he had seen her before walking into the room and standing in front of him. Gently, she reached out and put a hand on his shoulder, her other hand moving to stop his before it shattered anything else.
“Hena.” Her voice was soft and soothing, calm even in her own state of distress. Nia was an emotional creature by nature, but she cared more about her brother than anything else. For him, she could be the voice of reason, even if she couldn’t do it for herself. “Destroying the house won’t change anything, you know. Do you really want to make Father even angrier when he learns he must replace all of this?”
It had been a long day in the saraaya of Hei Sheifa.
The revelation of Sutekh’s parentage had taken them all by storm, and the entire family was still reeling. The rage Nia’s father had shown her mother surpassed any she’d seen before, the normally calm man raising his voice and lashing out against his wife in a display of fury that left Nia scurrying for the hills. His anger was understandable, but perhaps a bit exaggerated—after all, it wasn’t like her mother could have said no when the late Pharaoh summoned her to his bedchamber. He was the morning and evening star; his word was law. When ordered, Iaheru had been left little choice.
But to raise him as their father’s heir for all these years? Well, maybe Nia could understand where Onuphrious was coming from. It was a hell of a secret to keep.
There were other changes that came to the household along with Sutekh leaving it. With the oldest son gone to the Palace, the duty of heir had to fall somewhere else, and with only one other male in the family…
Akhenaten’s rage echoed through the house, slaves scattering in his wake to where they might hide from the ensuing carnage. None of them wanted to be the ones to clean up the mess that was sure to follow, and neither did Nia. Not the literal mess, of course, but she knew she was the only one who could clean up the mess her youngest brother was sure to become.
Things were about to change for them both, that much was clear. Their carefree days of being the neglected problem children were soon coming to a close as Hena would be expected to step into Sutekh’s former shoes. Without her favorite child to hover over, Iaheru would descend on her youngest son like a vulture over carrion, snatching up Nia’s partner in crime and leaving her bereft of her favorite companion and best friend. She couldn’t remember the last time her heart had been so heavy.
With a drawn-out sigh, the young woman made her way down the hall toward the sounds of destruction that reverberated from her brother’s room. He was taking it about as well as she had expected, lashing out into a predictable rage that she knew wouldn’t be quelled by anyone else but her. The bond between she and Hena ran deep, far deeper than any of her other siblings, and Nia had long been convinced they were twins born too far apart. She knew he needed her now more than ever.
Nia stood in the doorway of her brother’s room, watching with an inscrutable expression as he lifted the chair over his head and threw it back toward the ground. She waited patiently until she knew he had seen her before walking into the room and standing in front of him. Gently, she reached out and put a hand on his shoulder, her other hand moving to stop his before it shattered anything else.
“Hena.” Her voice was soft and soothing, calm even in her own state of distress. Nia was an emotional creature by nature, but she cared more about her brother than anything else. For him, she could be the voice of reason, even if she couldn’t do it for herself. “Destroying the house won’t change anything, you know. Do you really want to make Father even angrier when he learns he must replace all of this?”
Hena had spotted his sister standing in the doorway to his room just as he had been about to smash the chair, and yet he paid her no mind as he had smashed it, knowing she would not step in until it was safe to do so. When she stepped in, the destruction stopped, he would not risk hurting his sister, no matter how filled with rage he was. She was the one person who would forever be saved from the frenzy of his rage. There was nothing in the world his sister could ever do wrong to make him mad at her.
Her touch was welcome, and it soothed the fire of his anger, along with her soft voice. For the moment at least, his tantrum had come to a halt, though his teeth remained gritted and his breathing heavier than it should be, and the fire was clear in his eyes.
“I could care less what father thinks.” He said, then took a deep breath. He knew his anger would get him nowhere, but that never stopped him from getting into a rage.
His attentions turned to his personal slave, the only one who still stood in the room and had not fled from his violence. Though she looked terrified, she had not moved from her spot. Hena liked her, she was braver than the rest, and did exactly as instructed.
“Wine.” He said simply, and she gave him a little curtsy before hurrying out of the room, probably thankful for a few moments to gather herself while she went to fetch wine for the two siblings. Hena put a hand on his sisters back, guiding her carefully over the carnage of his room to the bed where he took a seat on the edge of it, leaving room for her to sit beside him.
“I don’t know what to think, Nia. Or what to do. I’m not an heir, I don’t want to be an heir.” He started, trying to find the words he wanted to say, but right now his mind felt like it was going in eighty different directions at once.
“What if I’m not even an heir? We thought Sutekh was until now. Perhaps none of us are the product of the man we thought our father.” He laughed bitterly, shaking his head, he bit his bottom lip and his eyes fell to the floor as he tried to sort through his emotions and thoughts.
“Why did this have to come to light? Why now? Why couldn’t mother just have carried this to the afterlife with her.” He said angrily, as if his brother’s true parentage had only been revealed just to spite Akhenaten himself. He looked back up from the floor and to his sister once more.
“What are your thoughts on such things? Surely you must be feeling at least some of what I feel.” He said, his gaze almost pleading for Nia to have a fraction of the anger he held, so he knew he wasn’t alone in feeling such things.
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Hena had spotted his sister standing in the doorway to his room just as he had been about to smash the chair, and yet he paid her no mind as he had smashed it, knowing she would not step in until it was safe to do so. When she stepped in, the destruction stopped, he would not risk hurting his sister, no matter how filled with rage he was. She was the one person who would forever be saved from the frenzy of his rage. There was nothing in the world his sister could ever do wrong to make him mad at her.
Her touch was welcome, and it soothed the fire of his anger, along with her soft voice. For the moment at least, his tantrum had come to a halt, though his teeth remained gritted and his breathing heavier than it should be, and the fire was clear in his eyes.
“I could care less what father thinks.” He said, then took a deep breath. He knew his anger would get him nowhere, but that never stopped him from getting into a rage.
His attentions turned to his personal slave, the only one who still stood in the room and had not fled from his violence. Though she looked terrified, she had not moved from her spot. Hena liked her, she was braver than the rest, and did exactly as instructed.
“Wine.” He said simply, and she gave him a little curtsy before hurrying out of the room, probably thankful for a few moments to gather herself while she went to fetch wine for the two siblings. Hena put a hand on his sisters back, guiding her carefully over the carnage of his room to the bed where he took a seat on the edge of it, leaving room for her to sit beside him.
“I don’t know what to think, Nia. Or what to do. I’m not an heir, I don’t want to be an heir.” He started, trying to find the words he wanted to say, but right now his mind felt like it was going in eighty different directions at once.
“What if I’m not even an heir? We thought Sutekh was until now. Perhaps none of us are the product of the man we thought our father.” He laughed bitterly, shaking his head, he bit his bottom lip and his eyes fell to the floor as he tried to sort through his emotions and thoughts.
“Why did this have to come to light? Why now? Why couldn’t mother just have carried this to the afterlife with her.” He said angrily, as if his brother’s true parentage had only been revealed just to spite Akhenaten himself. He looked back up from the floor and to his sister once more.
“What are your thoughts on such things? Surely you must be feeling at least some of what I feel.” He said, his gaze almost pleading for Nia to have a fraction of the anger he held, so he knew he wasn’t alone in feeling such things.
Hena had spotted his sister standing in the doorway to his room just as he had been about to smash the chair, and yet he paid her no mind as he had smashed it, knowing she would not step in until it was safe to do so. When she stepped in, the destruction stopped, he would not risk hurting his sister, no matter how filled with rage he was. She was the one person who would forever be saved from the frenzy of his rage. There was nothing in the world his sister could ever do wrong to make him mad at her.
Her touch was welcome, and it soothed the fire of his anger, along with her soft voice. For the moment at least, his tantrum had come to a halt, though his teeth remained gritted and his breathing heavier than it should be, and the fire was clear in his eyes.
“I could care less what father thinks.” He said, then took a deep breath. He knew his anger would get him nowhere, but that never stopped him from getting into a rage.
His attentions turned to his personal slave, the only one who still stood in the room and had not fled from his violence. Though she looked terrified, she had not moved from her spot. Hena liked her, she was braver than the rest, and did exactly as instructed.
“Wine.” He said simply, and she gave him a little curtsy before hurrying out of the room, probably thankful for a few moments to gather herself while she went to fetch wine for the two siblings. Hena put a hand on his sisters back, guiding her carefully over the carnage of his room to the bed where he took a seat on the edge of it, leaving room for her to sit beside him.
“I don’t know what to think, Nia. Or what to do. I’m not an heir, I don’t want to be an heir.” He started, trying to find the words he wanted to say, but right now his mind felt like it was going in eighty different directions at once.
“What if I’m not even an heir? We thought Sutekh was until now. Perhaps none of us are the product of the man we thought our father.” He laughed bitterly, shaking his head, he bit his bottom lip and his eyes fell to the floor as he tried to sort through his emotions and thoughts.
“Why did this have to come to light? Why now? Why couldn’t mother just have carried this to the afterlife with her.” He said angrily, as if his brother’s true parentage had only been revealed just to spite Akhenaten himself. He looked back up from the floor and to his sister once more.
“What are your thoughts on such things? Surely you must be feeling at least some of what I feel.” He said, his gaze almost pleading for Nia to have a fraction of the anger he held, so he knew he wasn’t alone in feeling such things.
Nia took a seat next to Hena, releasing a heavy sigh. In this case, was it better to empathize with him or try to divert his attention? She wasn’t sure; this wasn’t exactly a situation that any of them could have anticipated. Her parents had always seemed so enamored of each other; her noble father whisking up her common mother and carrying her off to become his blushing bride. The young noblewoman might have found it romantic if she didn’t know the scathing personality that lay beneath Iaheru’s seemingly level exterior.
“I don’t know what to think either, Hena,” she replied, taking one of his hands and holding it in her lap. She chafed his fingers between hers, her hands somehow cold in spite of the balmy Egyptian night. The melancholy was clear in her tone, her voice heavy as she dragged her dark gaze to his. “I know this is something you’ve never wanted. I know I don’t want it either.”
There was a sympathetic sheen in her eyes, face softening as she took in her brother’s angry countenance. Akhenaten was proud and reckless, a mirror of her own personality; a personality which was not suited to the duties of leadership. Her brother was smart, this she also knew, and she had no doubt that when pressed to the matter, he would figure his way through it. But was it too late now? Indulged from childhood and treated with a sense of benign neglect whilst their parents’ attention was so focused on Sutekh, would he even be able to make the changes necessary to assume the mantle he was now destined to take on?
At his questioning over whether he was even the real heir, Nia just shook her head. “I doubt that’s the case, Hena, much as I might wish it for you. As much as I want to push Mother into the Nile right now, I don’t think she would have been unfaithful to Father unless it was required of her. It would take a blind man not to see how in love they’ve always been.”
Tightening her grip on Hena’s hand, she sighed and dropped to gaze to their conjoined fingers. “Perhaps her conscience weighed on her too heavily for her to keep the secret any longer,” she reasoned, though imagining Iaheru with a conscience was… difficult. A rather cold and often distant woman, Nia had a hard time believing she had admitted the truth out of the kindness of her heart. “Or perhaps some greater force moved her hand. Maybe there are others who knew.” For all her faults, Nia was shrewder than most gave her credit for, and this was the option she was leaning more toward. “I, too, wish it had never been revealed.”
Daring to look back at Hena’s face, she let the distress show on her own. “Things will be different now, you know. Mother will take over every free second of your life, just like she did with Sutekh. She’ll make sure you can’t run off with me whenever you like any more.”
At that moment, his slave returned with the requested wine, carefully pouring out a glass for each of them. Accepting hers with a nod of thanks, Nia took a long swallow and looked back at her brother. “I saw we get violently drunk and exceptionally high while we still can before reality takes back over in the morning.” She held out her glass as if she meant to toast him. “What do you think?”
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Nia took a seat next to Hena, releasing a heavy sigh. In this case, was it better to empathize with him or try to divert his attention? She wasn’t sure; this wasn’t exactly a situation that any of them could have anticipated. Her parents had always seemed so enamored of each other; her noble father whisking up her common mother and carrying her off to become his blushing bride. The young noblewoman might have found it romantic if she didn’t know the scathing personality that lay beneath Iaheru’s seemingly level exterior.
“I don’t know what to think either, Hena,” she replied, taking one of his hands and holding it in her lap. She chafed his fingers between hers, her hands somehow cold in spite of the balmy Egyptian night. The melancholy was clear in her tone, her voice heavy as she dragged her dark gaze to his. “I know this is something you’ve never wanted. I know I don’t want it either.”
There was a sympathetic sheen in her eyes, face softening as she took in her brother’s angry countenance. Akhenaten was proud and reckless, a mirror of her own personality; a personality which was not suited to the duties of leadership. Her brother was smart, this she also knew, and she had no doubt that when pressed to the matter, he would figure his way through it. But was it too late now? Indulged from childhood and treated with a sense of benign neglect whilst their parents’ attention was so focused on Sutekh, would he even be able to make the changes necessary to assume the mantle he was now destined to take on?
At his questioning over whether he was even the real heir, Nia just shook her head. “I doubt that’s the case, Hena, much as I might wish it for you. As much as I want to push Mother into the Nile right now, I don’t think she would have been unfaithful to Father unless it was required of her. It would take a blind man not to see how in love they’ve always been.”
Tightening her grip on Hena’s hand, she sighed and dropped to gaze to their conjoined fingers. “Perhaps her conscience weighed on her too heavily for her to keep the secret any longer,” she reasoned, though imagining Iaheru with a conscience was… difficult. A rather cold and often distant woman, Nia had a hard time believing she had admitted the truth out of the kindness of her heart. “Or perhaps some greater force moved her hand. Maybe there are others who knew.” For all her faults, Nia was shrewder than most gave her credit for, and this was the option she was leaning more toward. “I, too, wish it had never been revealed.”
Daring to look back at Hena’s face, she let the distress show on her own. “Things will be different now, you know. Mother will take over every free second of your life, just like she did with Sutekh. She’ll make sure you can’t run off with me whenever you like any more.”
At that moment, his slave returned with the requested wine, carefully pouring out a glass for each of them. Accepting hers with a nod of thanks, Nia took a long swallow and looked back at her brother. “I saw we get violently drunk and exceptionally high while we still can before reality takes back over in the morning.” She held out her glass as if she meant to toast him. “What do you think?”
Nia took a seat next to Hena, releasing a heavy sigh. In this case, was it better to empathize with him or try to divert his attention? She wasn’t sure; this wasn’t exactly a situation that any of them could have anticipated. Her parents had always seemed so enamored of each other; her noble father whisking up her common mother and carrying her off to become his blushing bride. The young noblewoman might have found it romantic if she didn’t know the scathing personality that lay beneath Iaheru’s seemingly level exterior.
“I don’t know what to think either, Hena,” she replied, taking one of his hands and holding it in her lap. She chafed his fingers between hers, her hands somehow cold in spite of the balmy Egyptian night. The melancholy was clear in her tone, her voice heavy as she dragged her dark gaze to his. “I know this is something you’ve never wanted. I know I don’t want it either.”
There was a sympathetic sheen in her eyes, face softening as she took in her brother’s angry countenance. Akhenaten was proud and reckless, a mirror of her own personality; a personality which was not suited to the duties of leadership. Her brother was smart, this she also knew, and she had no doubt that when pressed to the matter, he would figure his way through it. But was it too late now? Indulged from childhood and treated with a sense of benign neglect whilst their parents’ attention was so focused on Sutekh, would he even be able to make the changes necessary to assume the mantle he was now destined to take on?
At his questioning over whether he was even the real heir, Nia just shook her head. “I doubt that’s the case, Hena, much as I might wish it for you. As much as I want to push Mother into the Nile right now, I don’t think she would have been unfaithful to Father unless it was required of her. It would take a blind man not to see how in love they’ve always been.”
Tightening her grip on Hena’s hand, she sighed and dropped to gaze to their conjoined fingers. “Perhaps her conscience weighed on her too heavily for her to keep the secret any longer,” she reasoned, though imagining Iaheru with a conscience was… difficult. A rather cold and often distant woman, Nia had a hard time believing she had admitted the truth out of the kindness of her heart. “Or perhaps some greater force moved her hand. Maybe there are others who knew.” For all her faults, Nia was shrewder than most gave her credit for, and this was the option she was leaning more toward. “I, too, wish it had never been revealed.”
Daring to look back at Hena’s face, she let the distress show on her own. “Things will be different now, you know. Mother will take over every free second of your life, just like she did with Sutekh. She’ll make sure you can’t run off with me whenever you like any more.”
At that moment, his slave returned with the requested wine, carefully pouring out a glass for each of them. Accepting hers with a nod of thanks, Nia took a long swallow and looked back at her brother. “I saw we get violently drunk and exceptionally high while we still can before reality takes back over in the morning.” She held out her glass as if she meant to toast him. “What do you think?”
He let his sister take his hand, her touch had always seemed to have a calming affect on him, the touch of his best friend and the one who had practically raised him since he was a baby. Even in his wildest fit of anger, he couldn’t imagine her touch not serving to clear the haze of red that overcame him and caused him to lash out as such. He let out a little sigh through his nose as she ran her fingers gently over his hand and he tried to focus on the feeling of the gentle touch instead of the anger that threatened to well back up and explode once more.
He snorted as his sister defended their mother, stating that there was no way that she would have cheated on their father if not made to.
“There stood a time when we thought there was no way that our brother was not our fathers heir, and yet here we are.” He snapped back, though his anger wasn’t really toward her, it was toward the situation entirely. He knew that there was zero chance that he would get out of his duties as heir due to not being his fathers child like his brother. He was heir, and that wouldn’t change. He would be expected to assume leadership of the Hei at some point, and he knew that in the coming days his mother and father would come to him, and would attempt to turn him into some perfect son and leader. He would not let them, not without a fight at least.
Hena looked up at his sister when she said that their mother would no longer allow him to run around with Nia. A smile came across his face then, one of mischief and certainty.
“She can try.” He said simply, the look in his eyes rebellious and defiant, one that both his parents and his siblings had been privy to many times. Hena wasn’t great at doing what he was told. He hated being told what to do, much preferring to do what ever it was that he felt like doing. Nia knew this well, as she was usually there with him, disobeying orders and encouraging such things of her younger brother.
Hena took the glass when his slave returned and poured them both some wine. He grinned when his sister made the suggestion of getting drunk and high, and he held his cup up, tapping the edge of it on hers before taking a long drink of the strong beverage.
“That sounds like a plan to me. I could use much drink to wash away troubled thought.” He agreed.
“Shall we sneak out? Or have wine and opium brought to us? Either way, my chambers are not an ideal place, with wreckage strewn about floor in wake of exceptional anger.” He said with a little laugh, knowing that one of them would likely hurt themselves while under the influence with all the broken wood and pottery that littered his floor currently.
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He let his sister take his hand, her touch had always seemed to have a calming affect on him, the touch of his best friend and the one who had practically raised him since he was a baby. Even in his wildest fit of anger, he couldn’t imagine her touch not serving to clear the haze of red that overcame him and caused him to lash out as such. He let out a little sigh through his nose as she ran her fingers gently over his hand and he tried to focus on the feeling of the gentle touch instead of the anger that threatened to well back up and explode once more.
He snorted as his sister defended their mother, stating that there was no way that she would have cheated on their father if not made to.
“There stood a time when we thought there was no way that our brother was not our fathers heir, and yet here we are.” He snapped back, though his anger wasn’t really toward her, it was toward the situation entirely. He knew that there was zero chance that he would get out of his duties as heir due to not being his fathers child like his brother. He was heir, and that wouldn’t change. He would be expected to assume leadership of the Hei at some point, and he knew that in the coming days his mother and father would come to him, and would attempt to turn him into some perfect son and leader. He would not let them, not without a fight at least.
Hena looked up at his sister when she said that their mother would no longer allow him to run around with Nia. A smile came across his face then, one of mischief and certainty.
“She can try.” He said simply, the look in his eyes rebellious and defiant, one that both his parents and his siblings had been privy to many times. Hena wasn’t great at doing what he was told. He hated being told what to do, much preferring to do what ever it was that he felt like doing. Nia knew this well, as she was usually there with him, disobeying orders and encouraging such things of her younger brother.
Hena took the glass when his slave returned and poured them both some wine. He grinned when his sister made the suggestion of getting drunk and high, and he held his cup up, tapping the edge of it on hers before taking a long drink of the strong beverage.
“That sounds like a plan to me. I could use much drink to wash away troubled thought.” He agreed.
“Shall we sneak out? Or have wine and opium brought to us? Either way, my chambers are not an ideal place, with wreckage strewn about floor in wake of exceptional anger.” He said with a little laugh, knowing that one of them would likely hurt themselves while under the influence with all the broken wood and pottery that littered his floor currently.
He let his sister take his hand, her touch had always seemed to have a calming affect on him, the touch of his best friend and the one who had practically raised him since he was a baby. Even in his wildest fit of anger, he couldn’t imagine her touch not serving to clear the haze of red that overcame him and caused him to lash out as such. He let out a little sigh through his nose as she ran her fingers gently over his hand and he tried to focus on the feeling of the gentle touch instead of the anger that threatened to well back up and explode once more.
He snorted as his sister defended their mother, stating that there was no way that she would have cheated on their father if not made to.
“There stood a time when we thought there was no way that our brother was not our fathers heir, and yet here we are.” He snapped back, though his anger wasn’t really toward her, it was toward the situation entirely. He knew that there was zero chance that he would get out of his duties as heir due to not being his fathers child like his brother. He was heir, and that wouldn’t change. He would be expected to assume leadership of the Hei at some point, and he knew that in the coming days his mother and father would come to him, and would attempt to turn him into some perfect son and leader. He would not let them, not without a fight at least.
Hena looked up at his sister when she said that their mother would no longer allow him to run around with Nia. A smile came across his face then, one of mischief and certainty.
“She can try.” He said simply, the look in his eyes rebellious and defiant, one that both his parents and his siblings had been privy to many times. Hena wasn’t great at doing what he was told. He hated being told what to do, much preferring to do what ever it was that he felt like doing. Nia knew this well, as she was usually there with him, disobeying orders and encouraging such things of her younger brother.
Hena took the glass when his slave returned and poured them both some wine. He grinned when his sister made the suggestion of getting drunk and high, and he held his cup up, tapping the edge of it on hers before taking a long drink of the strong beverage.
“That sounds like a plan to me. I could use much drink to wash away troubled thought.” He agreed.
“Shall we sneak out? Or have wine and opium brought to us? Either way, my chambers are not an ideal place, with wreckage strewn about floor in wake of exceptional anger.” He said with a little laugh, knowing that one of them would likely hurt themselves while under the influence with all the broken wood and pottery that littered his floor currently.
She can try.
Nia attempted a smile at that, though the effort wasn’t particularly convincing. She knew well just how tenacious Iaheru could be and couldn’t help but think her brother was underestimating her. Akhenaten was the heir now, an important position in such a wealthy and prosperous Hei as theirs. There was no way their parents were simply going to let those duties fall to the wayside, even with such a rebellious son. She had no doubt that Hena would still sneak off with her when he could, but she also knew it would not be anywhere near as often or as easy as it had been before.
She didn’t say any of this out loud, however, desperate to hope and believe that things wouldn’t change too much. She couldn’t bear the thought of losing her brother, the only member of her family she felt any sort of closeness to. Without him, where would she go? What would she do? Nia had other friends, of course, but none of them were like Hena. None of them understood her the way he did. How was she to cope without him constantly at her side?
“We should sneak out,” she affirmed his suggestion with a nod, forcibly tearing herself from her melancholia. There’d be time enough for that later. Glancing about the broken remnants of the room, she shook her head with a snort. “You’re right. We’d only hurt ourselves in here.”
Rising from the bed, she grabbed her brother’s hand again, lightly tugging it so he would follow her. “The house is in an uproar right now. Mother and Father’s fighting is nearly as loud as your path of destruction.” Offering a tight half-smile with her attempt at humor, Nia started leading him from the room. “I doubt anyone will notice we’re gone, and even if they do, who the fuck cares?” She shrugged. “Let them come after us. It’ll be more fun if they have to chase us, anyway.”
Her grin this time was a bit more genuine, glancing back at Hena with her customary mischief shining in her dark eyes. “I’d wager to say we know the back alleys of Thebes far better than they do, so, if nothing else, we can keep them searching for hours. Nothing like a waste of time to make everyone angry, eh? It’ll serve them right.”
Creeping around anxious and tiptoeing slaves, Nia led Hena outside into the velvet night, the sky twinkling with the light of dancing stars. Glancing up at her brother once they were past the doors, she grinned. “Well, oh mighty heir of Hei Sheifa, where would you like to go first?”
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Nia attempted a smile at that, though the effort wasn’t particularly convincing. She knew well just how tenacious Iaheru could be and couldn’t help but think her brother was underestimating her. Akhenaten was the heir now, an important position in such a wealthy and prosperous Hei as theirs. There was no way their parents were simply going to let those duties fall to the wayside, even with such a rebellious son. She had no doubt that Hena would still sneak off with her when he could, but she also knew it would not be anywhere near as often or as easy as it had been before.
She didn’t say any of this out loud, however, desperate to hope and believe that things wouldn’t change too much. She couldn’t bear the thought of losing her brother, the only member of her family she felt any sort of closeness to. Without him, where would she go? What would she do? Nia had other friends, of course, but none of them were like Hena. None of them understood her the way he did. How was she to cope without him constantly at her side?
“We should sneak out,” she affirmed his suggestion with a nod, forcibly tearing herself from her melancholia. There’d be time enough for that later. Glancing about the broken remnants of the room, she shook her head with a snort. “You’re right. We’d only hurt ourselves in here.”
Rising from the bed, she grabbed her brother’s hand again, lightly tugging it so he would follow her. “The house is in an uproar right now. Mother and Father’s fighting is nearly as loud as your path of destruction.” Offering a tight half-smile with her attempt at humor, Nia started leading him from the room. “I doubt anyone will notice we’re gone, and even if they do, who the fuck cares?” She shrugged. “Let them come after us. It’ll be more fun if they have to chase us, anyway.”
Her grin this time was a bit more genuine, glancing back at Hena with her customary mischief shining in her dark eyes. “I’d wager to say we know the back alleys of Thebes far better than they do, so, if nothing else, we can keep them searching for hours. Nothing like a waste of time to make everyone angry, eh? It’ll serve them right.”
Creeping around anxious and tiptoeing slaves, Nia led Hena outside into the velvet night, the sky twinkling with the light of dancing stars. Glancing up at her brother once they were past the doors, she grinned. “Well, oh mighty heir of Hei Sheifa, where would you like to go first?”
She can try.
Nia attempted a smile at that, though the effort wasn’t particularly convincing. She knew well just how tenacious Iaheru could be and couldn’t help but think her brother was underestimating her. Akhenaten was the heir now, an important position in such a wealthy and prosperous Hei as theirs. There was no way their parents were simply going to let those duties fall to the wayside, even with such a rebellious son. She had no doubt that Hena would still sneak off with her when he could, but she also knew it would not be anywhere near as often or as easy as it had been before.
She didn’t say any of this out loud, however, desperate to hope and believe that things wouldn’t change too much. She couldn’t bear the thought of losing her brother, the only member of her family she felt any sort of closeness to. Without him, where would she go? What would she do? Nia had other friends, of course, but none of them were like Hena. None of them understood her the way he did. How was she to cope without him constantly at her side?
“We should sneak out,” she affirmed his suggestion with a nod, forcibly tearing herself from her melancholia. There’d be time enough for that later. Glancing about the broken remnants of the room, she shook her head with a snort. “You’re right. We’d only hurt ourselves in here.”
Rising from the bed, she grabbed her brother’s hand again, lightly tugging it so he would follow her. “The house is in an uproar right now. Mother and Father’s fighting is nearly as loud as your path of destruction.” Offering a tight half-smile with her attempt at humor, Nia started leading him from the room. “I doubt anyone will notice we’re gone, and even if they do, who the fuck cares?” She shrugged. “Let them come after us. It’ll be more fun if they have to chase us, anyway.”
Her grin this time was a bit more genuine, glancing back at Hena with her customary mischief shining in her dark eyes. “I’d wager to say we know the back alleys of Thebes far better than they do, so, if nothing else, we can keep them searching for hours. Nothing like a waste of time to make everyone angry, eh? It’ll serve them right.”
Creeping around anxious and tiptoeing slaves, Nia led Hena outside into the velvet night, the sky twinkling with the light of dancing stars. Glancing up at her brother once they were past the doors, she grinned. “Well, oh mighty heir of Hei Sheifa, where would you like to go first?”
Hena was determined that this new revelation wouldn’t change him, he would still do what he wanted when he wanted, he didn’t care if it was expected that he do otherwise. He had never been one to do what he was supposed to, and he was a stubborn man, not one to easily give up. He wasn’t sure how things were going to go over the next few months, but he knew that he wasn’t going to just comply to his mother’s wishes without a fight. If she wanted an easy heir, perhaps she shouldn’t have cheated on her husband, or perhaps she should have paid equal attention to her younger son and maybe he wouldn’t be the way he was now.
Hena rose with Nia, following as she tugged his hand. He was happy to get out of the house, by the time they made it back his slaves would have the room cleared and any evidence of his tantrum would be gone, save for the fact that the room would be awfully bare without all the furniture and décor. He would deal with that later, it was about time he got new furniture anyways. Or at least that’s what he told himself to justify the need to purchase replacements for what he had smashed.
“I think that everyone will be too preoccupied to care much about us, at least until our parents stop fighting, then mother might come looking for me. But we will be long gone before that.” He agreed. This wasn’t their first time sneaking out of the house, and if Hena had his way, it absolutely wouldn’t be the last time.
Akhenaten grinned at his sister when she spoke again, nodding, a matching look of mischief in his own eyes.
“It is revenge enough to know that they will waste their time and efforts trying to find us to bring us back home.” He agreed. Even if they found the siblings, he was sure they could slip from them once more and escape down the alleys. The two had spent much of their time in the winding alleys of Thebes and Cairo alike, causing trouble where they went, it was second nature to know exactly where to go now.
He fell silent as they snuck outside, creeping through the halls of their home, past slaves who knew better than to piss Akhenaten off and tell their parents about seeing them leaving. The night air was warm and served to calm him a little as he took in a deep breath, contemplating where he wanted to go.
“It is my first official act, to declare that we will ply ourselves with a great many cups of wine!” He said in his best attempt at a commanding and lordly voice, laughing once he had.
“I know just the place, with plenty of wine and perhaps some company for both of us.” He said, wrapping his arm around his sisters’ shoulders as they walked, pulling her in to kiss the top of her head.
“My dear Nia, what would I do without you in my life? Surely I would perish without your guiding hand to see my mind well dulled by the sweet call of drink.” He said whimsically, like he was some sort of poet, laughing into the night air as their feet carried them towards their destination.
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Hena was determined that this new revelation wouldn’t change him, he would still do what he wanted when he wanted, he didn’t care if it was expected that he do otherwise. He had never been one to do what he was supposed to, and he was a stubborn man, not one to easily give up. He wasn’t sure how things were going to go over the next few months, but he knew that he wasn’t going to just comply to his mother’s wishes without a fight. If she wanted an easy heir, perhaps she shouldn’t have cheated on her husband, or perhaps she should have paid equal attention to her younger son and maybe he wouldn’t be the way he was now.
Hena rose with Nia, following as she tugged his hand. He was happy to get out of the house, by the time they made it back his slaves would have the room cleared and any evidence of his tantrum would be gone, save for the fact that the room would be awfully bare without all the furniture and décor. He would deal with that later, it was about time he got new furniture anyways. Or at least that’s what he told himself to justify the need to purchase replacements for what he had smashed.
“I think that everyone will be too preoccupied to care much about us, at least until our parents stop fighting, then mother might come looking for me. But we will be long gone before that.” He agreed. This wasn’t their first time sneaking out of the house, and if Hena had his way, it absolutely wouldn’t be the last time.
Akhenaten grinned at his sister when she spoke again, nodding, a matching look of mischief in his own eyes.
“It is revenge enough to know that they will waste their time and efforts trying to find us to bring us back home.” He agreed. Even if they found the siblings, he was sure they could slip from them once more and escape down the alleys. The two had spent much of their time in the winding alleys of Thebes and Cairo alike, causing trouble where they went, it was second nature to know exactly where to go now.
He fell silent as they snuck outside, creeping through the halls of their home, past slaves who knew better than to piss Akhenaten off and tell their parents about seeing them leaving. The night air was warm and served to calm him a little as he took in a deep breath, contemplating where he wanted to go.
“It is my first official act, to declare that we will ply ourselves with a great many cups of wine!” He said in his best attempt at a commanding and lordly voice, laughing once he had.
“I know just the place, with plenty of wine and perhaps some company for both of us.” He said, wrapping his arm around his sisters’ shoulders as they walked, pulling her in to kiss the top of her head.
“My dear Nia, what would I do without you in my life? Surely I would perish without your guiding hand to see my mind well dulled by the sweet call of drink.” He said whimsically, like he was some sort of poet, laughing into the night air as their feet carried them towards their destination.
Hena was determined that this new revelation wouldn’t change him, he would still do what he wanted when he wanted, he didn’t care if it was expected that he do otherwise. He had never been one to do what he was supposed to, and he was a stubborn man, not one to easily give up. He wasn’t sure how things were going to go over the next few months, but he knew that he wasn’t going to just comply to his mother’s wishes without a fight. If she wanted an easy heir, perhaps she shouldn’t have cheated on her husband, or perhaps she should have paid equal attention to her younger son and maybe he wouldn’t be the way he was now.
Hena rose with Nia, following as she tugged his hand. He was happy to get out of the house, by the time they made it back his slaves would have the room cleared and any evidence of his tantrum would be gone, save for the fact that the room would be awfully bare without all the furniture and décor. He would deal with that later, it was about time he got new furniture anyways. Or at least that’s what he told himself to justify the need to purchase replacements for what he had smashed.
“I think that everyone will be too preoccupied to care much about us, at least until our parents stop fighting, then mother might come looking for me. But we will be long gone before that.” He agreed. This wasn’t their first time sneaking out of the house, and if Hena had his way, it absolutely wouldn’t be the last time.
Akhenaten grinned at his sister when she spoke again, nodding, a matching look of mischief in his own eyes.
“It is revenge enough to know that they will waste their time and efforts trying to find us to bring us back home.” He agreed. Even if they found the siblings, he was sure they could slip from them once more and escape down the alleys. The two had spent much of their time in the winding alleys of Thebes and Cairo alike, causing trouble where they went, it was second nature to know exactly where to go now.
He fell silent as they snuck outside, creeping through the halls of their home, past slaves who knew better than to piss Akhenaten off and tell their parents about seeing them leaving. The night air was warm and served to calm him a little as he took in a deep breath, contemplating where he wanted to go.
“It is my first official act, to declare that we will ply ourselves with a great many cups of wine!” He said in his best attempt at a commanding and lordly voice, laughing once he had.
“I know just the place, with plenty of wine and perhaps some company for both of us.” He said, wrapping his arm around his sisters’ shoulders as they walked, pulling her in to kiss the top of her head.
“My dear Nia, what would I do without you in my life? Surely I would perish without your guiding hand to see my mind well dulled by the sweet call of drink.” He said whimsically, like he was some sort of poet, laughing into the night air as their feet carried them towards their destination.
It is my first official act, to declare that we will ply ourselves with a great many cups of wine!
Nia giggled at the pompous tone of his voice, an arm slung comfortably around his waist. “And wine we shall have, my lord,” she declared with a wink, her tone as mockingly grandiose as his. “For who am I to deny the future Sirdar his drink of choice, eh?”
Continuing down the street, she had a good idea of where they were headed—a seedy little no-name tavern that the pair frequented quite often. Wine flowed like water, opium haze filled the air, and whores of all races and creeds filled the sketchy establishment, and it was those qualities that brought the siblings back again and again. What more could one want for a night on the town?
My dear Nia, what would I do without you in my life? Surely I would perish without your guiding hand to see my mind well dulled by the sweet call of drink.
“My darling Hena, I’m quite sure you would,” she teased back, laughing as she looked up at him. “Where would you be without your sister to encourage and participate in all your vices? It would be quite the dull life, indeed.” Her hand dramatically flew to her chest as if it pained her. “Just imagine being stuck with only Nefertaari and Nenet to keep you entertained. Would life even be worth living?”
Approaching the tavern, she walked to the door and opened it with a bow and flourish, waving her arm to indicate he should enter first. “After you, my lord,” she said with a playful glint in her eye, waiting until he had gone inside before closing it behind them.
As soon as they entered, they were engulfed in a hazy cloud of bluish smoke, the dusky sweet scent of burning poppy tickling her nose. Closing her eyes, Nia savored the scent, her pupils dilated with unashamed pleasure when she opened them again. Opium, wine, and company to share their beds… the night’s earlier fury would be quickly forgotten with such indulgences to fill their senses, and the young noblewoman intended to dive in immediately.
Grabbing Akhenaten’s hand again, she tugged him toward the bar, not looking to waste any time. “A mead for me, and whatever his lordship here wants,” she told the barkeep with a grin, nudging Hena and laughing. Nia slapped a few coins down on the counter while the man poured her mead, a speculative eye turning to assess the room. It was crowded, but not overly so, the hum of voices coalescing with the smoke in the air in a way that was almost comforting; something that felt like home in a way the saraaya never would.
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It is my first official act, to declare that we will ply ourselves with a great many cups of wine!
Nia giggled at the pompous tone of his voice, an arm slung comfortably around his waist. “And wine we shall have, my lord,” she declared with a wink, her tone as mockingly grandiose as his. “For who am I to deny the future Sirdar his drink of choice, eh?”
Continuing down the street, she had a good idea of where they were headed—a seedy little no-name tavern that the pair frequented quite often. Wine flowed like water, opium haze filled the air, and whores of all races and creeds filled the sketchy establishment, and it was those qualities that brought the siblings back again and again. What more could one want for a night on the town?
My dear Nia, what would I do without you in my life? Surely I would perish without your guiding hand to see my mind well dulled by the sweet call of drink.
“My darling Hena, I’m quite sure you would,” she teased back, laughing as she looked up at him. “Where would you be without your sister to encourage and participate in all your vices? It would be quite the dull life, indeed.” Her hand dramatically flew to her chest as if it pained her. “Just imagine being stuck with only Nefertaari and Nenet to keep you entertained. Would life even be worth living?”
Approaching the tavern, she walked to the door and opened it with a bow and flourish, waving her arm to indicate he should enter first. “After you, my lord,” she said with a playful glint in her eye, waiting until he had gone inside before closing it behind them.
As soon as they entered, they were engulfed in a hazy cloud of bluish smoke, the dusky sweet scent of burning poppy tickling her nose. Closing her eyes, Nia savored the scent, her pupils dilated with unashamed pleasure when she opened them again. Opium, wine, and company to share their beds… the night’s earlier fury would be quickly forgotten with such indulgences to fill their senses, and the young noblewoman intended to dive in immediately.
Grabbing Akhenaten’s hand again, she tugged him toward the bar, not looking to waste any time. “A mead for me, and whatever his lordship here wants,” she told the barkeep with a grin, nudging Hena and laughing. Nia slapped a few coins down on the counter while the man poured her mead, a speculative eye turning to assess the room. It was crowded, but not overly so, the hum of voices coalescing with the smoke in the air in a way that was almost comforting; something that felt like home in a way the saraaya never would.
It is my first official act, to declare that we will ply ourselves with a great many cups of wine!
Nia giggled at the pompous tone of his voice, an arm slung comfortably around his waist. “And wine we shall have, my lord,” she declared with a wink, her tone as mockingly grandiose as his. “For who am I to deny the future Sirdar his drink of choice, eh?”
Continuing down the street, she had a good idea of where they were headed—a seedy little no-name tavern that the pair frequented quite often. Wine flowed like water, opium haze filled the air, and whores of all races and creeds filled the sketchy establishment, and it was those qualities that brought the siblings back again and again. What more could one want for a night on the town?
My dear Nia, what would I do without you in my life? Surely I would perish without your guiding hand to see my mind well dulled by the sweet call of drink.
“My darling Hena, I’m quite sure you would,” she teased back, laughing as she looked up at him. “Where would you be without your sister to encourage and participate in all your vices? It would be quite the dull life, indeed.” Her hand dramatically flew to her chest as if it pained her. “Just imagine being stuck with only Nefertaari and Nenet to keep you entertained. Would life even be worth living?”
Approaching the tavern, she walked to the door and opened it with a bow and flourish, waving her arm to indicate he should enter first. “After you, my lord,” she said with a playful glint in her eye, waiting until he had gone inside before closing it behind them.
As soon as they entered, they were engulfed in a hazy cloud of bluish smoke, the dusky sweet scent of burning poppy tickling her nose. Closing her eyes, Nia savored the scent, her pupils dilated with unashamed pleasure when she opened them again. Opium, wine, and company to share their beds… the night’s earlier fury would be quickly forgotten with such indulgences to fill their senses, and the young noblewoman intended to dive in immediately.
Grabbing Akhenaten’s hand again, she tugged him toward the bar, not looking to waste any time. “A mead for me, and whatever his lordship here wants,” she told the barkeep with a grin, nudging Hena and laughing. Nia slapped a few coins down on the counter while the man poured her mead, a speculative eye turning to assess the room. It was crowded, but not overly so, the hum of voices coalescing with the smoke in the air in a way that was almost comforting; something that felt like home in a way the saraaya never would.
Akhenaten loved the easy relationship between himself and his older sister. Things had always been so easy with Nia, he had never felt the need to be anyone but himself with her. And he felt like he could talk to her about anything in the world and she would have his back. Even if she didn’t agree, she supported him and loved him through everything. If only all of his siblings were half as amazing as Nia was.
He snickered as Nia spoke of what life would be like if she was not around to encourage his vices. It was true, if he had to rely on his other siblings as a source of entertainment, he’d be as dull and lifeless as the rest of his family. It seemed like everyone in Hei Sheifa except Nia and Hena had no idea how to have fun. Akhenaten did what he enjoyed, consequences be damned, he was going to enjoy himself.
“Could you imagine? Picture my life if Nenet had been my influence instead of you.” The heir said with a hearty laugh. The image of a stuttering, awkward, shut-in version of himself was laughable. Thank god for Nia, she was the saving grace in his awful family.
He rolled his eyes as she called him ‘My lord’ and allowed him in first.
“Keep that up and I’ll have to drink this place dry so that you may not have any.” He teased, though he did step inside the tavern first. When he stepped inside, it felt like he had come home. The drinks were strong, the opium was bountiful and the women were beautiful. Just what he needed on a night like this. He would indulge himself and forget everything, at least for a few hours.
“Wine. The strongest you have.” He said, after his sister had ordered her drink. He took a moment to look around, picking out the most beautiful woman in the room, he motioned to her.
“You. Here.” He commanded, and she giggled, coming running over, she placed herself happily in the lords lap, and Hena’s arm wrapped around her waist to hold her in close to him. When the wine was brought, he took a deep drink, setting his cup down before grinning at his sister.
“Why, Nia, I seem to have forgotten my troubles already!” He declared, laughing a bit. The hazy smoke would affect him, in combination with the strong wine, and he would be lucky if he managed to make it back to his bed that night. Hopefully if he did manage to, the slaves would have all the broken furniture cleaned up.
“Do you remember, when we were yet but children, and mother wanted to take you to Cairo with her for a few days, and the rest of us were to be left behind? I screamed and cried until she couldn’t take it any more and agreed to let me come as well. Because I couldn’t handle the thought of being away from you for any amount of time.” He said with a laugh, the woman on his lap largely ignored, but she seemed content with just sitting here, her hand running over his bare chest as he spoke. He would have his use for her later, when he was too drunk to think straight and the only thing on his mind were more primal thoughts.
“Things have changed, yet it does not feel like it was that many years ago that we were children, not a care in the world. And here we sit, both grown. Me, heir to the Hei.” He shook his head.
“If only the sun could turn backwards and those days be brought to present once more.” He said, picking his cup back up, he downed the wine and motioned for them to pour him another.
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Akhenaten loved the easy relationship between himself and his older sister. Things had always been so easy with Nia, he had never felt the need to be anyone but himself with her. And he felt like he could talk to her about anything in the world and she would have his back. Even if she didn’t agree, she supported him and loved him through everything. If only all of his siblings were half as amazing as Nia was.
He snickered as Nia spoke of what life would be like if she was not around to encourage his vices. It was true, if he had to rely on his other siblings as a source of entertainment, he’d be as dull and lifeless as the rest of his family. It seemed like everyone in Hei Sheifa except Nia and Hena had no idea how to have fun. Akhenaten did what he enjoyed, consequences be damned, he was going to enjoy himself.
“Could you imagine? Picture my life if Nenet had been my influence instead of you.” The heir said with a hearty laugh. The image of a stuttering, awkward, shut-in version of himself was laughable. Thank god for Nia, she was the saving grace in his awful family.
He rolled his eyes as she called him ‘My lord’ and allowed him in first.
“Keep that up and I’ll have to drink this place dry so that you may not have any.” He teased, though he did step inside the tavern first. When he stepped inside, it felt like he had come home. The drinks were strong, the opium was bountiful and the women were beautiful. Just what he needed on a night like this. He would indulge himself and forget everything, at least for a few hours.
“Wine. The strongest you have.” He said, after his sister had ordered her drink. He took a moment to look around, picking out the most beautiful woman in the room, he motioned to her.
“You. Here.” He commanded, and she giggled, coming running over, she placed herself happily in the lords lap, and Hena’s arm wrapped around her waist to hold her in close to him. When the wine was brought, he took a deep drink, setting his cup down before grinning at his sister.
“Why, Nia, I seem to have forgotten my troubles already!” He declared, laughing a bit. The hazy smoke would affect him, in combination with the strong wine, and he would be lucky if he managed to make it back to his bed that night. Hopefully if he did manage to, the slaves would have all the broken furniture cleaned up.
“Do you remember, when we were yet but children, and mother wanted to take you to Cairo with her for a few days, and the rest of us were to be left behind? I screamed and cried until she couldn’t take it any more and agreed to let me come as well. Because I couldn’t handle the thought of being away from you for any amount of time.” He said with a laugh, the woman on his lap largely ignored, but she seemed content with just sitting here, her hand running over his bare chest as he spoke. He would have his use for her later, when he was too drunk to think straight and the only thing on his mind were more primal thoughts.
“Things have changed, yet it does not feel like it was that many years ago that we were children, not a care in the world. And here we sit, both grown. Me, heir to the Hei.” He shook his head.
“If only the sun could turn backwards and those days be brought to present once more.” He said, picking his cup back up, he downed the wine and motioned for them to pour him another.
Akhenaten loved the easy relationship between himself and his older sister. Things had always been so easy with Nia, he had never felt the need to be anyone but himself with her. And he felt like he could talk to her about anything in the world and she would have his back. Even if she didn’t agree, she supported him and loved him through everything. If only all of his siblings were half as amazing as Nia was.
He snickered as Nia spoke of what life would be like if she was not around to encourage his vices. It was true, if he had to rely on his other siblings as a source of entertainment, he’d be as dull and lifeless as the rest of his family. It seemed like everyone in Hei Sheifa except Nia and Hena had no idea how to have fun. Akhenaten did what he enjoyed, consequences be damned, he was going to enjoy himself.
“Could you imagine? Picture my life if Nenet had been my influence instead of you.” The heir said with a hearty laugh. The image of a stuttering, awkward, shut-in version of himself was laughable. Thank god for Nia, she was the saving grace in his awful family.
He rolled his eyes as she called him ‘My lord’ and allowed him in first.
“Keep that up and I’ll have to drink this place dry so that you may not have any.” He teased, though he did step inside the tavern first. When he stepped inside, it felt like he had come home. The drinks were strong, the opium was bountiful and the women were beautiful. Just what he needed on a night like this. He would indulge himself and forget everything, at least for a few hours.
“Wine. The strongest you have.” He said, after his sister had ordered her drink. He took a moment to look around, picking out the most beautiful woman in the room, he motioned to her.
“You. Here.” He commanded, and she giggled, coming running over, she placed herself happily in the lords lap, and Hena’s arm wrapped around her waist to hold her in close to him. When the wine was brought, he took a deep drink, setting his cup down before grinning at his sister.
“Why, Nia, I seem to have forgotten my troubles already!” He declared, laughing a bit. The hazy smoke would affect him, in combination with the strong wine, and he would be lucky if he managed to make it back to his bed that night. Hopefully if he did manage to, the slaves would have all the broken furniture cleaned up.
“Do you remember, when we were yet but children, and mother wanted to take you to Cairo with her for a few days, and the rest of us were to be left behind? I screamed and cried until she couldn’t take it any more and agreed to let me come as well. Because I couldn’t handle the thought of being away from you for any amount of time.” He said with a laugh, the woman on his lap largely ignored, but she seemed content with just sitting here, her hand running over his bare chest as he spoke. He would have his use for her later, when he was too drunk to think straight and the only thing on his mind were more primal thoughts.
“Things have changed, yet it does not feel like it was that many years ago that we were children, not a care in the world. And here we sit, both grown. Me, heir to the Hei.” He shook his head.
“If only the sun could turn backwards and those days be brought to present once more.” He said, picking his cup back up, he downed the wine and motioned for them to pour him another.
The woman in Hena’s lap went almost totally ignored; after all, for the moment, she served as nothing more than decoration. Judging from the disheveled look of her hair and the carmine smudged at the corners of her lips, she was one of the establishment’s dolled-up whores, and as such, was of little import. Nia didn’t consider herself stuck up or snobbish; she’d made friends with whores and beggars alike. But now, overshadowed by the night’s events, no one here mattered but her and Hena. Their lives hung in the balance, and only time would tell how tonight’s revelation would affect their future.
A tap on her shoulder momentarily stole Nia’s attention, a smoking pipe pressed into her hand. She vaguely recognized the man offering it in the same way she recognized many of the faces here—dulled features seen through an opium haze, oft-repeated but rarely remembered. Offering a smile of thanks, she brought the pipe to her lips, eyes closing with a deep inhale. Pleasure suffused through her limbs while her head tilted back, releasing the smoke through her nostrils as it clouded around her face. Another inhale before she was handing it to her brother, sinking deeper into her chair with a luxuriant sigh.
Her hand felt so far away from her as she reached for her mead, watching it with detached fascination as it retrieved the glass and pulled it toward her mouth. It felt heavier than it should, though it was quickly emptying, her movements almost an afterthought in the wake of the quickly rushing ecstasy from the poppy smoke. Hena’s words came to her through a rapidly building haze, the young noblewoman doing her best to carefully redirect her focus so she wouldn’t miss what he was saying.
“I remember,” she murmured, her words slow and elongated like the lazy smile that spread across her face. “It had to have been one of your most magnificent tantrums to date.” Nia laughed at the memory of that day, of young Hena stomping his feet and screaming until Iaheru simply caved. They’d been inseparable practically since the day of her youngest brother’s birth, and that her mother thought she could take one and not the other was nigh unthinkable. Needless to say, the Sirdsett had not attempted such a thing again.
“It was not so long ago, truly,” she replied, downing her mead as he finished his wine. More drinks were brought promptly, Nia not hesitating to gulp at the next one. “To think, it was only yesterday that we were the ignored children of Hei Sheifa. And now you’re to inherit it.” She shook her head, taking the pipe when it was inevitably passed back to her. Another cloud of smoke filled the air between them as she exhaled, slow tendrils curling around her face. “Life works in mysterious and cruel ways, my brother. If only we did hold the command of time. We could have run away before any of this was revealed.”
Reaching over, she gently squeezed Hena’s knee in an absent gesture of comfort. “The best we can do now is hope. Perhaps it won’t be all bad, eh?” Attempting a grin, she shook his knee before releasing it. “At least we know when you’re in charge, the saraaya won’t be so dreadfully dull. I can see it now—the frescoed halls dull with smoke and casks of wine breached daily. Whores lounging on every surface while beautiful men and women fan us with palm fronds and dip honeyed figs in our mouths.” She laughed and winked as she added, “And who can stop you then? Nefertaari? Nenet? They’ll be nothing, meaningless when you’re Sirdar. You could banish them for good, if that’s what you wanted!”
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The woman in Hena’s lap went almost totally ignored; after all, for the moment, she served as nothing more than decoration. Judging from the disheveled look of her hair and the carmine smudged at the corners of her lips, she was one of the establishment’s dolled-up whores, and as such, was of little import. Nia didn’t consider herself stuck up or snobbish; she’d made friends with whores and beggars alike. But now, overshadowed by the night’s events, no one here mattered but her and Hena. Their lives hung in the balance, and only time would tell how tonight’s revelation would affect their future.
A tap on her shoulder momentarily stole Nia’s attention, a smoking pipe pressed into her hand. She vaguely recognized the man offering it in the same way she recognized many of the faces here—dulled features seen through an opium haze, oft-repeated but rarely remembered. Offering a smile of thanks, she brought the pipe to her lips, eyes closing with a deep inhale. Pleasure suffused through her limbs while her head tilted back, releasing the smoke through her nostrils as it clouded around her face. Another inhale before she was handing it to her brother, sinking deeper into her chair with a luxuriant sigh.
Her hand felt so far away from her as she reached for her mead, watching it with detached fascination as it retrieved the glass and pulled it toward her mouth. It felt heavier than it should, though it was quickly emptying, her movements almost an afterthought in the wake of the quickly rushing ecstasy from the poppy smoke. Hena’s words came to her through a rapidly building haze, the young noblewoman doing her best to carefully redirect her focus so she wouldn’t miss what he was saying.
“I remember,” she murmured, her words slow and elongated like the lazy smile that spread across her face. “It had to have been one of your most magnificent tantrums to date.” Nia laughed at the memory of that day, of young Hena stomping his feet and screaming until Iaheru simply caved. They’d been inseparable practically since the day of her youngest brother’s birth, and that her mother thought she could take one and not the other was nigh unthinkable. Needless to say, the Sirdsett had not attempted such a thing again.
“It was not so long ago, truly,” she replied, downing her mead as he finished his wine. More drinks were brought promptly, Nia not hesitating to gulp at the next one. “To think, it was only yesterday that we were the ignored children of Hei Sheifa. And now you’re to inherit it.” She shook her head, taking the pipe when it was inevitably passed back to her. Another cloud of smoke filled the air between them as she exhaled, slow tendrils curling around her face. “Life works in mysterious and cruel ways, my brother. If only we did hold the command of time. We could have run away before any of this was revealed.”
Reaching over, she gently squeezed Hena’s knee in an absent gesture of comfort. “The best we can do now is hope. Perhaps it won’t be all bad, eh?” Attempting a grin, she shook his knee before releasing it. “At least we know when you’re in charge, the saraaya won’t be so dreadfully dull. I can see it now—the frescoed halls dull with smoke and casks of wine breached daily. Whores lounging on every surface while beautiful men and women fan us with palm fronds and dip honeyed figs in our mouths.” She laughed and winked as she added, “And who can stop you then? Nefertaari? Nenet? They’ll be nothing, meaningless when you’re Sirdar. You could banish them for good, if that’s what you wanted!”
The woman in Hena’s lap went almost totally ignored; after all, for the moment, she served as nothing more than decoration. Judging from the disheveled look of her hair and the carmine smudged at the corners of her lips, she was one of the establishment’s dolled-up whores, and as such, was of little import. Nia didn’t consider herself stuck up or snobbish; she’d made friends with whores and beggars alike. But now, overshadowed by the night’s events, no one here mattered but her and Hena. Their lives hung in the balance, and only time would tell how tonight’s revelation would affect their future.
A tap on her shoulder momentarily stole Nia’s attention, a smoking pipe pressed into her hand. She vaguely recognized the man offering it in the same way she recognized many of the faces here—dulled features seen through an opium haze, oft-repeated but rarely remembered. Offering a smile of thanks, she brought the pipe to her lips, eyes closing with a deep inhale. Pleasure suffused through her limbs while her head tilted back, releasing the smoke through her nostrils as it clouded around her face. Another inhale before she was handing it to her brother, sinking deeper into her chair with a luxuriant sigh.
Her hand felt so far away from her as she reached for her mead, watching it with detached fascination as it retrieved the glass and pulled it toward her mouth. It felt heavier than it should, though it was quickly emptying, her movements almost an afterthought in the wake of the quickly rushing ecstasy from the poppy smoke. Hena’s words came to her through a rapidly building haze, the young noblewoman doing her best to carefully redirect her focus so she wouldn’t miss what he was saying.
“I remember,” she murmured, her words slow and elongated like the lazy smile that spread across her face. “It had to have been one of your most magnificent tantrums to date.” Nia laughed at the memory of that day, of young Hena stomping his feet and screaming until Iaheru simply caved. They’d been inseparable practically since the day of her youngest brother’s birth, and that her mother thought she could take one and not the other was nigh unthinkable. Needless to say, the Sirdsett had not attempted such a thing again.
“It was not so long ago, truly,” she replied, downing her mead as he finished his wine. More drinks were brought promptly, Nia not hesitating to gulp at the next one. “To think, it was only yesterday that we were the ignored children of Hei Sheifa. And now you’re to inherit it.” She shook her head, taking the pipe when it was inevitably passed back to her. Another cloud of smoke filled the air between them as she exhaled, slow tendrils curling around her face. “Life works in mysterious and cruel ways, my brother. If only we did hold the command of time. We could have run away before any of this was revealed.”
Reaching over, she gently squeezed Hena’s knee in an absent gesture of comfort. “The best we can do now is hope. Perhaps it won’t be all bad, eh?” Attempting a grin, she shook his knee before releasing it. “At least we know when you’re in charge, the saraaya won’t be so dreadfully dull. I can see it now—the frescoed halls dull with smoke and casks of wine breached daily. Whores lounging on every surface while beautiful men and women fan us with palm fronds and dip honeyed figs in our mouths.” She laughed and winked as she added, “And who can stop you then? Nefertaari? Nenet? They’ll be nothing, meaningless when you’re Sirdar. You could banish them for good, if that’s what you wanted!”
Akhenaten gladly took the pipe offered over by his sister, after watching her inhale the drug with such bliss. The two siblings had spent most of their time together high on opium, at least since they were old enough to properly partake in such substances. He quickly followed suit, taking a deep inhale off the pipe, wishing for the drug to take away his thoughts and worries at least for a few hours. He would deal with everything later, right now he just needed to be taken away from it all, and opium was just the thing to do exactly that.
Hena laughed as his sister said it was his most magnificent tantrum to date. He had gotten angry many times since, and each one seemed to get more and more violent with the passing years, even ending up with the slave who would have permanent scars on her face, marring her once good looks because she had dared to mess up his hair. Back when he had been a child, they had been a lot less dangerous to those around him, and had been mere whims of a spoiled child. Now, as a man, his temper was a dangerous thing.
Hena nodded and laughed a little.
“My only solace is that one day I will inherit control of the Hei, and then there will be no one left to tell us what we can and can not do.” He teased a little, though he wasn’t dumb enough to think that it would truly be that easy. He would one day be in charge of keeping the Hei going, keeping the money coming in, keeping their reputation up. Something that he was far from looking forward to. Anyone else but Hena would have been a much better choice for such responsibilities.
He laughed more as he listened to his sisters fantasy for what the future of their house looked like, he could picture everything she said, including the distaste of their other siblings for how things ran. But what would that matter? They would be married off elsewhere by the time he took power, and if they weren’t, he would see to it that they were to simply get them out of his way. He and Nia would spend their days together, enjoying all the things that a life of riches and nobility could afford them.
“That’s the life of my dreams.” He agreed, taking a big gulp of his wine as he relaxed back in his chair, pushing the whore off his lap, she let out a little offended scoff before stalking off to find someone who might care more for her attention. Hena knew he could have a hundred women like her with no problems if he wanted.
“Things will change, that much is certain, but we will not allow it to change us.” He stated, turning to look at his sister better.
“You must promise me, Nia, no matter what happens, you and I will always be at each others side. I can’t imagine my life without my dearest friend with me.” He said, his tone serious, even if his head was swimming from the drugs and alcohol running rampant through his body.
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Akhenaten gladly took the pipe offered over by his sister, after watching her inhale the drug with such bliss. The two siblings had spent most of their time together high on opium, at least since they were old enough to properly partake in such substances. He quickly followed suit, taking a deep inhale off the pipe, wishing for the drug to take away his thoughts and worries at least for a few hours. He would deal with everything later, right now he just needed to be taken away from it all, and opium was just the thing to do exactly that.
Hena laughed as his sister said it was his most magnificent tantrum to date. He had gotten angry many times since, and each one seemed to get more and more violent with the passing years, even ending up with the slave who would have permanent scars on her face, marring her once good looks because she had dared to mess up his hair. Back when he had been a child, they had been a lot less dangerous to those around him, and had been mere whims of a spoiled child. Now, as a man, his temper was a dangerous thing.
Hena nodded and laughed a little.
“My only solace is that one day I will inherit control of the Hei, and then there will be no one left to tell us what we can and can not do.” He teased a little, though he wasn’t dumb enough to think that it would truly be that easy. He would one day be in charge of keeping the Hei going, keeping the money coming in, keeping their reputation up. Something that he was far from looking forward to. Anyone else but Hena would have been a much better choice for such responsibilities.
He laughed more as he listened to his sisters fantasy for what the future of their house looked like, he could picture everything she said, including the distaste of their other siblings for how things ran. But what would that matter? They would be married off elsewhere by the time he took power, and if they weren’t, he would see to it that they were to simply get them out of his way. He and Nia would spend their days together, enjoying all the things that a life of riches and nobility could afford them.
“That’s the life of my dreams.” He agreed, taking a big gulp of his wine as he relaxed back in his chair, pushing the whore off his lap, she let out a little offended scoff before stalking off to find someone who might care more for her attention. Hena knew he could have a hundred women like her with no problems if he wanted.
“Things will change, that much is certain, but we will not allow it to change us.” He stated, turning to look at his sister better.
“You must promise me, Nia, no matter what happens, you and I will always be at each others side. I can’t imagine my life without my dearest friend with me.” He said, his tone serious, even if his head was swimming from the drugs and alcohol running rampant through his body.
Akhenaten gladly took the pipe offered over by his sister, after watching her inhale the drug with such bliss. The two siblings had spent most of their time together high on opium, at least since they were old enough to properly partake in such substances. He quickly followed suit, taking a deep inhale off the pipe, wishing for the drug to take away his thoughts and worries at least for a few hours. He would deal with everything later, right now he just needed to be taken away from it all, and opium was just the thing to do exactly that.
Hena laughed as his sister said it was his most magnificent tantrum to date. He had gotten angry many times since, and each one seemed to get more and more violent with the passing years, even ending up with the slave who would have permanent scars on her face, marring her once good looks because she had dared to mess up his hair. Back when he had been a child, they had been a lot less dangerous to those around him, and had been mere whims of a spoiled child. Now, as a man, his temper was a dangerous thing.
Hena nodded and laughed a little.
“My only solace is that one day I will inherit control of the Hei, and then there will be no one left to tell us what we can and can not do.” He teased a little, though he wasn’t dumb enough to think that it would truly be that easy. He would one day be in charge of keeping the Hei going, keeping the money coming in, keeping their reputation up. Something that he was far from looking forward to. Anyone else but Hena would have been a much better choice for such responsibilities.
He laughed more as he listened to his sisters fantasy for what the future of their house looked like, he could picture everything she said, including the distaste of their other siblings for how things ran. But what would that matter? They would be married off elsewhere by the time he took power, and if they weren’t, he would see to it that they were to simply get them out of his way. He and Nia would spend their days together, enjoying all the things that a life of riches and nobility could afford them.
“That’s the life of my dreams.” He agreed, taking a big gulp of his wine as he relaxed back in his chair, pushing the whore off his lap, she let out a little offended scoff before stalking off to find someone who might care more for her attention. Hena knew he could have a hundred women like her with no problems if he wanted.
“Things will change, that much is certain, but we will not allow it to change us.” He stated, turning to look at his sister better.
“You must promise me, Nia, no matter what happens, you and I will always be at each others side. I can’t imagine my life without my dearest friend with me.” He said, his tone serious, even if his head was swimming from the drugs and alcohol running rampant through his body.
That’s the life of my dreams.
“Then make it reality, brother,” Nia responded with a shrug, lazily leaning back in her chair. “Who can stop you once you’re in charge? The Pharaoh? From what I hear of him, I doubt he would. He might even ask to join in.”
With a snort, she took the pipe again, drawing in another lungful of smoke that slowly dissipated through her body. There was nothing like the high opium could produce, the euphoric daze that pushed their problems far away, at least for a time. Perhaps it was dangerous that they indulged so often, but who cared? The Sheifa wealth was not inconsiderable, and as long as they could afford it, it didn’t matter. Their mother indulged nigh as often as they did, so who would really stop them?
Abruptly, Hena’s mood seemed to shift again, pushing the whore from his lap and regarding her more fully. Struggling to adjust to his more serious tone, Nia leaned forward and attempted to blink the haze from her eyes.
You must promise me, Nia, no matter what happens, you and I will always be at each other’s side. I can’t imagine my life without my dearest friend with me.
“I would never abandon you, Hena,” she replied, her voice fierce as she reached to grab his hand. “Never, you understand? I don’t care what happens in the future, I will always be there for you. You are more dear to me than anyone else in this word. Nothing will ever change that.”
Of course, the young lady of Hei Sheifa had no idea how dicey her future would soon become, how that promise would be put to the test. Even with such uncertainty hovering in the air, Nia remained optimistic, confident that nothing could ever shake the bond they held. Hena was her favorite sibling and her closest friend, and no matter those who came and left their lives, she could never imagine anything coming between them. Where he went, so did she, and vice versa. At least that would remain a constant in their ever-changing lives.
“Now, come on, my wonderful and beautiful future Sirdar,” she said, rising to her feet and pulling him along with her. “The night is young, and we are not nearly drunk enough. I think it’s about time for a change of scenery, don’t you?”
Leaving enough coin and then some to cover their drinks, Nia led her brother out the door to find their next destination. They had a long night of revelry ahead of them, their last taste of normalcy before everything began to change.
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That’s the life of my dreams.
“Then make it reality, brother,” Nia responded with a shrug, lazily leaning back in her chair. “Who can stop you once you’re in charge? The Pharaoh? From what I hear of him, I doubt he would. He might even ask to join in.”
With a snort, she took the pipe again, drawing in another lungful of smoke that slowly dissipated through her body. There was nothing like the high opium could produce, the euphoric daze that pushed their problems far away, at least for a time. Perhaps it was dangerous that they indulged so often, but who cared? The Sheifa wealth was not inconsiderable, and as long as they could afford it, it didn’t matter. Their mother indulged nigh as often as they did, so who would really stop them?
Abruptly, Hena’s mood seemed to shift again, pushing the whore from his lap and regarding her more fully. Struggling to adjust to his more serious tone, Nia leaned forward and attempted to blink the haze from her eyes.
You must promise me, Nia, no matter what happens, you and I will always be at each other’s side. I can’t imagine my life without my dearest friend with me.
“I would never abandon you, Hena,” she replied, her voice fierce as she reached to grab his hand. “Never, you understand? I don’t care what happens in the future, I will always be there for you. You are more dear to me than anyone else in this word. Nothing will ever change that.”
Of course, the young lady of Hei Sheifa had no idea how dicey her future would soon become, how that promise would be put to the test. Even with such uncertainty hovering in the air, Nia remained optimistic, confident that nothing could ever shake the bond they held. Hena was her favorite sibling and her closest friend, and no matter those who came and left their lives, she could never imagine anything coming between them. Where he went, so did she, and vice versa. At least that would remain a constant in their ever-changing lives.
“Now, come on, my wonderful and beautiful future Sirdar,” she said, rising to her feet and pulling him along with her. “The night is young, and we are not nearly drunk enough. I think it’s about time for a change of scenery, don’t you?”
Leaving enough coin and then some to cover their drinks, Nia led her brother out the door to find their next destination. They had a long night of revelry ahead of them, their last taste of normalcy before everything began to change.
That’s the life of my dreams.
“Then make it reality, brother,” Nia responded with a shrug, lazily leaning back in her chair. “Who can stop you once you’re in charge? The Pharaoh? From what I hear of him, I doubt he would. He might even ask to join in.”
With a snort, she took the pipe again, drawing in another lungful of smoke that slowly dissipated through her body. There was nothing like the high opium could produce, the euphoric daze that pushed their problems far away, at least for a time. Perhaps it was dangerous that they indulged so often, but who cared? The Sheifa wealth was not inconsiderable, and as long as they could afford it, it didn’t matter. Their mother indulged nigh as often as they did, so who would really stop them?
Abruptly, Hena’s mood seemed to shift again, pushing the whore from his lap and regarding her more fully. Struggling to adjust to his more serious tone, Nia leaned forward and attempted to blink the haze from her eyes.
You must promise me, Nia, no matter what happens, you and I will always be at each other’s side. I can’t imagine my life without my dearest friend with me.
“I would never abandon you, Hena,” she replied, her voice fierce as she reached to grab his hand. “Never, you understand? I don’t care what happens in the future, I will always be there for you. You are more dear to me than anyone else in this word. Nothing will ever change that.”
Of course, the young lady of Hei Sheifa had no idea how dicey her future would soon become, how that promise would be put to the test. Even with such uncertainty hovering in the air, Nia remained optimistic, confident that nothing could ever shake the bond they held. Hena was her favorite sibling and her closest friend, and no matter those who came and left their lives, she could never imagine anything coming between them. Where he went, so did she, and vice versa. At least that would remain a constant in their ever-changing lives.
“Now, come on, my wonderful and beautiful future Sirdar,” she said, rising to her feet and pulling him along with her. “The night is young, and we are not nearly drunk enough. I think it’s about time for a change of scenery, don’t you?”
Leaving enough coin and then some to cover their drinks, Nia led her brother out the door to find their next destination. They had a long night of revelry ahead of them, their last taste of normalcy before everything began to change.